"You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love 'till it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll hate each other 'till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains children, it's blood. Blood screaming inside you to work it's will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it."


all i need is a true sense. because im sick of being honest.
my heart pounds and pounds at an instant thought. a trace that leads me to a thousand memories. all of which hold your name. and yes, i am guilty of getting lost in them. because my mind is tainted with those thoughts.
and id beg for mercy if i thought mercy was what i needed. its clear to me now, that its not. because if i gravel any longer on these concrete stairs my limbs might choose not to move and id be stuck there, floating. and in mid-air you dont have much control over anything. i know this, because ive been there before. and all i did was feel an impact so hard i could not breathe, let alone move. and there i lay, motionless once again. im not willing to take that chance.
so in fragments ill write what im thinking. and its at this moment that i am focused. yes my heart is still beating, yes my thoughts are still racing. but im silenced and still.
youre indecisive and its killing us both. because im just as stubborn as you and look at where we are. how long has it been? when was the last time? i never said that. why? because i never felt that. harsh? no, because i felt more.



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this is me caught in the moment
this is me holding tight
i have no choice but to lose control
and i will because of who i am
i will because of what i feel.
time is only distance now

just like its always been.