Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Crossing

I can't help crossing the line on this one.  I don't know you but I'm in love with you.  Why?  I have no idea.  I promised myself I would never let me take it this far ever again, but I know I  have.  I can't help it.  I really can't help it.  I love you. 

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Suffocate

I'm suffocating here. I am a 17 year old kid, not a 36 year old working mom with 2 kids who is trying, but failing, to go back to school. I just want to get away from this all. I want to go do something incredibly stupid. I want to smoke a pack of cigarettes while driving through the mountains and listening to Ryan Adams at 5am.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Doll

Sometimes I wish you saw me as a doll.  Something beautiful, yet mysterious.  Almost as if you wished I was alive so you could get to know me.  I sit on the shelf staring at you, but you never bother to blow the dust off and take a look.  I really am beautiful, if only I were cleaned up a bit.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Raft

I need a life raft right now.  A raft to come take me away from all of this nonsense.  I need a rescuer.  Someone to save me...a superhero almost.  I just need a break from all of this...I can't even begin to start to think.  I can't do it right now.  A break, that's all I'm asking for.  That's it.  Just a break from all of this.  A break from life.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Alarm

Alarms going off inside of me every time I think about you.  I know that feeling this way will only get me hurt, but I can't help it.  I don't know you, but I want to.  I shouldn't want to, but I do.  I can't stand knowing that my chances with you are next to none.  We are so similar in music taste, style, and everything else.  I think I might love you, even if it's just for a little while.  Oh god...more alarms.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Neon

Neon signs in the window.  Cigarette in your hand.  It's night time.  It's always night time.  I'm holding your hand and walking.  We're not going anywhere, really.  Just walking.  Neon signs light the sidewalk for us.  That's all we can see, actually: the sidewalk directly in front of us.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Lock

Don't lock the doors.  I don't want to be alone tonight.  I'm not really lonely, I just need some company soon.  I am so tired of being isolated.  Always the one who doesn't quite fit.  Always left out of the group.  I hate this town and all of it's cliques.  I don't belong here.  I am a beach bum and always will be...not a city girl.  I don't belong here.