clarity

"and i will wait to find
if this will last forever
and i will pay no mind
when it won't
and it won't
because it can't
it just can't
it's not supposed to"

the first cut is the deepest

"if you want i'll try to love again
baby, i'll try to love again but i know
the first cut is the deepest"

all's not fair in love (or war)
sitting here and waiting for
a call, a voice, a word, a note --

give it up. that's all he wrote.

the sun came out

and at that, my muse stomps her little foot, grinding her black stiletto heel into the hardwood floor. she tosses her hair over her shoulder, pushes her glasses back up the bridge of her nose, picks up her briefcase, and marches out of the room, her nose in the air. on the desk she leaves a mess of unfinished poetry and crumpled-up who-knows-whats, spilling out of the wastepaper basket and onto the floor. no one wants them finished anymore.
the door slams as my muse makes her exit out the front door and climbs into her BMW. she's angry. she thinks she's leaving forever. but this has happened before. she'll come back.
and while she's gone, my heart beats happily - bumpbump, bumpbump - and my thoughts sing slready-written songs.

these are not song lyrics

why do i let myself / get all worked up about / one little message / and just a few words?
:)

a million little pieces

i live for the million little pieces of you that are still sitting inside of me. i die, because, well, you're broken, and those million little pieces are slipping away, one piece at a time. i laugh for the thought that someday i can put the fragments back together and maybe even mend my heart at the same time. i cry because i know i never will.

say

"walking like a one-man army
fighting with the shadows in your head
living out the same old moment
knowing you'd be better off instead
if you could only..."