she's back. back to the drawing board. fixing up the pieces of her broken life so that someone might take interest and feels just like I do.

I wished you were here to help me with what to do and hold my hand and tell me that everything will turn okay. That maybe it'll be my turn.

I want to run. run away. I want to believe but in the same turn tear up everything I hold dear because sometimes it seems like I am broken. I peer at me, my reflection and I am hold, and true but lonely.

I wished I didn't give a fuck but I do.

Maybe in his own quiet way he has been waiting and telling me. And maybe it is me who has been doing too much fidgeting. Stay and be quiet. Maybe you can hear what is not being said and the meaning you seek.

we watched this horror show yesterday, and on the drive home I kept thinking if I should kiss him goodnight. I decided that I would. But when he gave me a hug as he turned on my street and stopped in front of my home, I sighed into the hug and I hesitated.

I cherished that moment. A perfect moment and why would I change that.


As I am thinking about it now. there have been a bunch of people that I watch movies with, go out for dinner. But this is the first time that, I would beat myself if I let him get away.

I don't have to, but I want to
it feels so right, yet I'm thread slowly.
and with you I am myself, and I do not know if you might think I'm crazy.
i like to hope and pray that you'll notice that I trail on each phrase
and hold on to you just that little bit longer.

I can't tell. but it dawned on me that I'm invested
and right now. he could hurt me. Its a risk worth taking
my body is screaming run for cover.
go to where people give you attention.
but my heart says, stay a while and eat hazelnut ice-cream
sit with him and stay a while