Instead of facing the truth, we face our backs and let them clash. what's the use of useless conversation, if only to hear adverbs and nouns that can barely describe the things we bitterly feel. Broken stanza's of poems never finished linger still in my head, as I jot down ramblings of you on the paper with a dying pen scribbling circles and whirls around the brackets I've written. I can't fake it hard enough to please you or anyone for that matter. I beg my eyes to witness the lies that you've told, like when you said you never stopped loving me, or when you said he didn't matter, all the while you were sleeping in his arms and leaving me with a damp sheet and a rock hard pillow, where you soothing breath once lulled me there's only the clicking of my fan to lull me now.

I hope that your happy, you really deserve it. ( Sarcasm. I love it )

<< What's my status?. rendered in a blender, for tonight I'm mixing emotions in a paper cup filled with part Gasoline and part forgetting you. I used to be alive but I died the night you loved me. so rescue me from this deep pool,bend down and give me mouth to mouth, let me gasp for air, let me look at you when I open my eyes, then leave me to sink to the bottom. You know last I night sang a song to forget you, It started off in B flat, but it ended up being sharp, and left be bleeding. It's always the little things, walking,breathing (obvious things that would remind me of you,* laughing*). Although my vision was blurred, your face was crystal clear, even from a far, when your back was turned leaving your hair to wave hello. and when you turned back and smiled and I followed, I felt my stomach turn. "Say Something" I thought , but the something ended up being the usual nothing and was left with a continuous motion in your opposite direction.
tonight there is no goodbye, only a sorrowful "see ya" left burning with the hope of a phone call and reconcialliation. so tonight while you stand by the phone, waiting for him to call, call me. The one; whose always waiting.>>