it was late at night
you held on tight....

you wide eyed girls, you get it right. 


No one seems to appreciate that, it's much easier to get chewed up and spit out.
I'm sick of feeling nothing and when I feel something it's actually nothing.

what makes this fragile world go 'round
was she ever lost, was she ever found

if anything.... it's the complete self-centeredness that assaults me personally
over and over and over again it doesn't seem to stop.

I realized today that sometimes I love the most heartbreaking moments, I become fixated on them  because it means I actually felt something.  I'm not even upset that they occured because it all adds to the beautiful tragedy fantasy in my head. The one that never seems to play out quite like I want it to....