Game

When I call my friend a bitch
Behind her back,
What does that make me?

Headache.

I don’t want to protect you anymore.
I want to be able to look weak.
I crave to be able to cry when I want.
I wish I could care about my feelings, instead of yours.
I defend you from the world and
I get absolutely nothing in return.

I don’t want to protect you anymore –
I want to protect myself, now.

Eleven O'Clock

The sun rises over our favourite hill;
The local hotel for the night,
Touching his face gives a temporary thrill,
I’m nervous for my departure and flight.

He appear almost godly in this red,
Magically, even better in his sleep,
Take a photograph in my head;
It’s exclusively mine to keep.

Green stretches out for miles in this town,
We’re king and queen of the population,
Everyday I proudly sport a crown
While we take our time with procrastination.

This softly curling hill feels more secure
Than where we'll be separating to soon,
Synthetic strangers in fake cities we’ll endure –
I hate that our last kiss is this afternoon.

The sun’s golden hair swims over the trees,
Slipping into his softly closed eyes,
They flutter open with gentle ease,
My heart still races, no real surprise.

After all these years, we’re still the same,
But could a thousand miles change this?
If lies and tears are the name of the game,
One more couple could cease to exist.

Back in the present as he holds my hand,
I hide my tears on my left arm,
It’s not that I think he won’t understand,
It’s that I can’t cause him any more harm.

This relationship isn’t gold and glitter,
I’m always the source of the fights,
His ‘better half’ who was really bitter,
Causer of guilty, restless nights.

He fights and lies and defends my side,
Trying to make me feel better,
When he says he’s okay, I know he’s lied,
So I abandoned him with a letter.

We were at the airport as he looked in my eyes,
I decided to just let my tears flow.
All good things happen only at sunrise,
But it was eleven o’clock, and I had to go.

I slipped the letter into his pocket;
A page of forced words; half fake,
I floated away as fast as a rocket,
Unsure if I had made a mistake.

I think I know what’s best for him,
He honestly just can’t see.
This last line turns my sunrise dim,
But I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.

The Sleepover

Future inside jokes that make us laugh to the core,
Unwanted clothes lying dead on the floor.
Music blaring ‘till the windows break,
Laughter even louder to keep us awake.
Remnants of hairspray when I suck in the air,
Teaspoons of basil – it’s like death to choose dare!
Her new, coloured eyeliner that makes us look clever,
The camera’s small button to freeze our smiles forever.
Concocted perfumes joining hands all around,
Adrenaline making obvious appearances without a sound.

The emotions of a beauty queen’s bliss.

Child's Play

Those long falling stars above head,
They’ll forever come and go,
Sinking like tears through the sky,
Dancing lightly to and fro.

I close my eyes at eleven twelve
Each and every single night,
And your name is the hopeful wish
I always seem to recite.

There must’ve been a million eyelashes
That’ve fallen from these eyes,
I hopelessly whisper the sound of your name,
Wish-granting hairs are nothing but lies.

Even the best fairy tales;
They’ll never ever come true.
And that’s unfortunate ‘cause for me
My fairy tale is you.

Realization Evolution.

How could a girl
Who could see the look in his eyes
Ever be so visibly blind?

How could a girl
Who’s listened to all her friend’s advice
Be so ignorant to every single word of his?

How could a girl
Who’s felt slap-stings on her cheeks
Not feel the pain of her not-so-secret admirer?

How could a girl
Who’s been forced to swallow her blood,
Always swallow her words around him?

How could a girl
Whose favourite scent is love
Disregard that aroma in her body when she was with him?

How could a girl
Who knows the right thing to do,
Always.
Walk.
Away.

Nameless Face

The sun disappeared from her sky,
The sparkle now missing from her eyes.

They let her down and she sits down,
Wants to escape from this small town.

The world’s latest basket case,
She wonders how fast she’ll be erased.

Alone and weird, weird and alone,
The nameless face been left unknown.

Girl in the mirror a peculiar stranger;
The one who puts her life in danger.

Everything an out-of-body event,
No good memories of a life well spent.

Is she truly a waste of perfect space?
How long will she have to hide her face?

Maybe...

Maybe one day,
He’ll notice me once more.
Maybe one day
My heart won’t feel so sore.

Maybe one day
I’ll get another chance.
Maybe one day
He’ll break this broken trance.

Maybe one day
He’ll say he misses me.
Maybe one day
With me, he’ll crave to be.

Maybe one day
He’ll lift me from my fall.
Maybe one day
I’ll wake up from this dream of

‘One day’s and ‘maybes’
And see he was never there

At all.

Quit Lying to Yourself, Honey

Let’s lie to each other,
I’m not sure where I’m going with this,
But here we are,
Fourth line, still insisting.

If we know it’s a lie,
We can’t get hurt right?

If we know it’s a lie,
Would we even be called liars?

If we know it’s a lie,
Could we ever actually fight?

If we know it’s a lie,
Could we ever actually get disappointed?

Who was it that said,
“It’s better to have loved and lost
Than to have never have loved at all?”

Screw that guy,
I’d rather lie.

Question?

A shy girl with a crooked smile;
Your perfect girl next door.
Brown hair softly sweeping across her face,
Just above her glassy bark-brown eyes.
Soft red lips curled into a soft teddy bear smile that causes
Shrugging shoulders and faces to flicker into smirks.
Somehow this small girl who shows herself so simply can
Manage to hang your world on her words.
Her presence is unexpected.
They called her passive, but you know that’s only because they passed her by.
For in this moment, in this conversation,
You have never been so enveloped in your life.
You don’t even need to talk constantly.
Your favourite part happens to be the quiet ones,
For those are the moments in which you can just look at her.
She barely knows your name,
But she screams she understands you through
Understated and secret languages only you two comprehend.
You don’t mean to stare but you don’t dare to blink.
You’ll drink in every last moment of her presence.

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