breathing in your skin tonight
quiet is my loudest cry
wouldn't want to wake the eyes that make me melt inside
and if its healthier to leave you be
may a sickness come and set me free
kill me while i still believe that you were meant for me
finding my own words, my own little stage
my own epic drama, my own scripted page
ill send you the rough draft, i'll seal it with tears
maybe you'll read it and i'll reappear
from the start it was shaky, and the characters rash
a nice setting for heartache where emotions come last

Breathing is not always easy

When the air is polluted with her name.

The thought of your breath

Crossing her lips

Robs me of all desire to inhale and exhale

In a clean and orderly fashion.

-Me February 20, 2006

A lot has changed and a lot has not.  I am ready to be done with school but I am not ready for summer. The people I want to be here, will be far away instead, and the people I wish would fall off of the planet will be watching my every move.