

Ode to a failed relationshipI guess I'm sureOde to a failed relationship
this is the end no morsels left for us to defend.
It started out so scandalous was but a lie meant just for us.
We walked, we talked
you snuck a kiss. A beautiful thing: my ignorant bliss.
But then one night you turned your face and took me to a brand new place.
My daydream fell my cheeks got red. You made me feel my judgement dead.
I took the time got on my feet. I forgave you, sir a noble feat.
But by that time your "love" had fell &


Success or FailureI won't get on my knees for you I will not bow my head I've fought a thousand fights for you and now you've left me dead.Success or Failure
I'm done with not-so-subtle hints. I will not beg and plead I'm tired of wishing for you I'm about to lose this need.
I'm finished thinking all about you Always running in my mind. I try to talk, it never works Our situation is unkind.
So tell me sir, is this success? When I no longer long for your caress?


The girl with the forkYou've got to learn to love yourself before you can love anyone else. These wise words weren't written for a girl who's always been smitten.The girl with the fork
Now she's all alone, with the world all around her. She's lost in the sea of faces and the trees close in around her.
She struggles with her destiny wondering who the hell she's supposed to be. Is she lonely, or is she free to be the woman she's wanted to be.
The crutch of the goodnight kiss the placebo of a hug the painkillers of being asleep together holding tight and staying snug.  


Jordan is unpredictableI don't want a boyfriend Don't need an undependable creature to be my companion I'd much rather look for Incubi and mythical creatures Much rather search the skies for winged lions And swim with mermaids And blow kisses to the ghosts Of nineteenth century hotties Then actually have to deal with Twenty-first century hotties And all their problems.Jordan is unpredictable
At least mythical creatures are dependable Vampires always suck your blood Werewolves transform at the full moon Goblins hide in Harry Potter books Sirens eat my boyfriend alive While I sit there in awe,


dont take me homeyou taste like dark parking lots with bright headlights it feels like the handle of the car found the small of my back but i dont mind he always had trouble with that tan belt but you already have it down my tip of my toes begin to ache and i slowly get lowered to the ground but you dont care because you've found that spot where my neck meets my ear and i cant remember anything better with every tilt of our heads we're writing a story where someone has to end up driving the car home a disturbance in the trees interrupts our thoughts and the moment is lost &nbsdont take me home
Eternal Vigil
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