can I let my mouth do the listening

At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes... all you need is one.

Monday, February 22, 2010

i wanna be in love

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

all I'm trying to do is figure you out.

You are a puzzle to me. You confuse me with your sweetness, and baffle me with your harsh acts. But I still come back. You interest me. The puzzlement of your character has lured me into your trap, and I keep coming back for more. Maybe because it’s all new. Maybe because that’s the way you play with our minds. Maybe it’s a relief that I finally found someone that is a mystery to me, and that’s exciting. I never know what to say to you, and I usually plan the conversation in advance, but with you, all the planned conversation goes out the window when I see you, and I just “wing it”.  Is that good? To just “wing it”? To just let life fall in its path; wrecked up or not? What if I sound like a total idiot? All I want to do is figure you out, but the more I try to probe for answers, the less I get. The deeper I get, then more complex it gets. The more I think I know you, the more I don't. Let me in, I won't hurt you. I'm different. Trust me.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Goodbyes

Just Leave.
I know I deserve better than this. You’ve showed me what a good person that I have become, and now I am starting to believe that I can change lives with just a smile. I tried to keep you in my life because I know you will need a friend someday. But you never called. You never messaged me. How can this friendship work if it’s only one way? Am I just that girl that you look at and I have “what could have been” stamped on my forehead? Is that the reason why you can’t deal with me? But yet you still torture me by being in my life. I love you; I love you to the point where I hate you. I hate loving you. I want you to go away and never come back because I deserve to be happy. I deserve it more than any person you talk to in the world. I want you to leave. And when you are ready and when I am ready, maybe you can come back.