Thursday, March 5, 2009

Good Morning

Today is the day i lose my friend, my love and my mind.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

happily ever after

I love you

Strange. We're fools to believe we will only ever have to say it to one person. Because of this it gets harder every time. Harder to trust. Harder to Kiss. Harder to love.

So whats a nineteen year old supposed to write about when all she knows is heartbreak.

Who am I kidding. I'm just lik ethe rest, obsessed with love. Not in the way that it 'lifts you up inside' but in its other form. The form that tears your insides out and leaves you feeling empty.

Take my hand so many have said, I'll show you the world. I apologise if I sound rude but i don't think you'll show me anything but memories i'll want to delete and even more pessimism than I already know.

But then she meets this boy. Tender. Soft. Childish. Manipulative. Strongheaded. Beautiful. He will be her hardest downfall yet her sweetest . Love is filled with contradiction.s All you need is love, yet love can kill you. All i can do is take his hand and pray that if i ever have to land, it will be on my feet. "Its all worth it!" Pardon me, but i don't think it is. But she'll do it anyway. THe same holding pattern, hating him, loathing herself. Routine motions of relationships. She won't leave him yet because.... I don't know, but i guess no reason to leave is a reason to stay. And 'your better off without him' was never a good enough reason for her.

The smartest women in the world often end up alone,
Of course it bugs them, but most of the time it doesn't.
All she wishes for is to find the perfect love yet she is obsessed with being happy alone.
Because mother dear always said, better off alone than badly accompanied.
In this day and age happily ever after seems to be a story that just isn't finished.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

for reasons unknown

I pack my case, I check my face
I look a little bit older
I look a little bit colder
With one deep breath one big step
I move a little bit closer
There was an open chair
we sat down in open air
i flew and flied
i knew if destiny is kind i'd leave the rest in my mind

but my heart don't beat the way it used to
and my eyes, they don't see you no more
and my lips, they dont kiss the way they used to
and my eyes just don't recognise you no more

For reasons unknown

all falls down

Imprints you left in her life begin to fade
Her eyes barely recognise your face anymore
You're just somebody she used to know
Because with every thought she has left of you
she can't help but wonder, where were you when I needed you

I apologise, it was my mistake for ever loving you

Saturday, November 22, 2008


Another hero. Another mindless crime.
Behind the curtain in the pantomime
Another heartache, another failed romace on the stage that holds our destiny
Inside our hearts break. Our make up begins to flake
But smile will stay on
'creatures of the underworld can't afford to fall in love'

The strongest man will fall
The beautiful will be driven crazy
The mind tricks the eyes into seeing things it fears most
It consumes and watches in contentment

in the end jealousy will have its way with all of us
but thank you for curing me from my ridiculous obsession with love.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

child's play

Pretty things

Start a new chapter
Things have changed, but she's programmed not to care
One day she will realise she's the only one to blame

She's spoilt. Daddy gave her everything she ever asked for.
Too late now to realise she asked him for all the wrong things.
Shoulda asked him to buy back time.
Run away. Mummy always said she had a bit of tin in her.

People change, but you don't.
Too caught up in your bullshit, you pity yourself too much.
She's just another one of your victims that you're too proud to realise how much you hurt.
Lucky for her she can be just as cold as you, but she chooses not to be.
She'll let you have your way till she won't.

So when the day comes she will move on and smile.
You however, will continue to live your selfish lifestyle
pushing away everyone
justifying your many failed relationships with
'everything happens for a reason'

im just waiting for you to grow up.
There is a price to pay
nothing is ever enough but everything is too much to handle.

Dirty Pretty Things.

Friday, November 7, 2008







Repeat process.