your kind.

is only out to hurt me.

make a noise.

it's about that time again...

you know, that time where i go crazy?

phoebe-booth'd

you're my best-friend.

sometimes i catch myself thinking of you more than i should, my mind is permanently guttered.

sometimes i wish i could just run to you
but we are still wearing moon shoes, somehow.

dear robot-

i haven't written about you for a long time. i want you to know that you were the first to inspire me this way. thanks for an entertaining day.

enmity.

daggers, were my eyes
agile, my feet

kill, kill, kill-
dance to the beat


you will never touch me again.

wanna play?

i am not ready for a relationship
but you are the perfect companion.
you need a friend
and i'm around the corner.
oh-oh, we're mildly attracted to each other.

try, make fun of me
i'll one up you quick.
you are not ready for a relationship.
leave me alone
i need some space
i like you
let's funk.
and repeat!


this is our game.

Those things.

While this may sound like the voice over for a Sex and the City episode, I figured I might as well start taking my own advice...


I am guilty. With a half-mended broken heart, I took him back. I am a warm-blooded, loving woman who doesn't know what's best for her. I am completely independant but also dependant of a companion in my life. I am sad that this void choses to remain silent and still. Why is it that I keep harmful things in my life? Why is it that I try to convince myself that harmful things will turn around? You can't change those things. No one has the power to control those things. Those things can end up controlling you. I for one, am no super hero when I am defeated. It'll never be like it use to be. Those things will never speak the truth. All that to say...


Don't ever tell boys you love them.

and i quote.

"it's so hard to be friends, because it was so easy to be lovers."

"i miss you. but i miss the 'you' that was 'us'."