I Am Out Of Songs, And Glee Is On In Three Minutes.

And, don't you know that I love you?

I love you, because I hate Taco Bell, and I can't be around my ex-best-friend. I love you, because every time I see a Mac store, I take a picture, and I know anyone can take a picture of a Mac store, but I take a picture, and it's my dedication to you. My, I-will-see-you-later, if I take this picture. And, I love you, because I still sleep with Luca, and because, every time I see something funny, you're the first one I want to tell. I love you, because our hands fit well together, and because, your freckles are like the stars that we put up on my ceiling. I love you, because I wear dresses, and I take pictures, in hopes that you will steal my phone, and think I look beautiful. And, I love you, because certain words remind me of you, and certain songs, I cannot listen to, and because, the stars look beautiful, tonight. I love you, because I know there are other people out there; Other people that would be better for me, other people that aren't manwhores, but, our kissing styles align, and our emotions align, and the way that you move against me... It aligns. I love you, because I can fall into your arms, and I could stay there forever, and there is like a haze over my head, and anything that is going badly in my life is fixed, in those few seconds, and because, you don't even know how you repair my heart. I love you, because my voicemail password is part of your phone number, and I don't know how to change it. And, I love you, because you never had McDonald's apple pies, before me, and because, you're cute in public places, and know exactly how to drive me crazy. I love you, because you break the rules, but I'm hoping you don't break my heart. I love you, because you cuddle with me, even when we're with your guy friends, and because, I love when we get lost together. And, I love you, because you clean my glasses for me, and can't spell the word Spanish, and because, we washed dishes together. I love you, because we make-fun of eachother, and you and I aren't perfect, or anywhere close, but, because you told me that we're perfectly unperfect. And, I might have been looking for that. I love you, because we're racist, sometimes, and perverted, and yet, you bring out the best in me. I love you, because we're not the same, but we're similar, and we fight, and you're so complicated, and frustrating, and I love our differences. And, I love you, but, it doesn't mean that I'll always love you, or that you are drowning, or that you have to do anything, at all. I love you, because you can't commit, and you make life brighter for me, and I secretly love it when you don't shave, and it makes me feel like I'm eighty, and we've been married for years and years, and now, eat jello in front of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, together, when I lecture you on it. I love you, and I'm not expecting it to go anywhere, and I'm not waiting for us to watch clouds on cloudless-days, and I don't want any flowers in my locker, or kisses on my broken toes, but I just want you to know that love, a love like mine for you, exists. It's there, and it's real, and it's always there, not just on every other Tuesday, or days when I feel like loving you, but it's always there, because I can feel it, and I know it, and when I look into your eyes, and when our bodies are molded together, after a second of touching, and we need no adjusment, I know.

 
I know, and I know, and I know, but I'm not expecting you to.

I love you, but it's not a fight, or a prison, or even, a cuddle in your bed. It's the way I run my fingers through your hair, when you lay your head in my lap, and the way, sometimes, I don't think we'll ever have enough time to say all the things we want to say, and the way memories upon memories replace other memories in my head of you, because there are so many good ones. I love you, because, it's always been you, for me, and this is honest, and raw, and I'm thinking Taylor Swift, but you set me free.

The Rest Is Up To You.

Please, love me.

Just for a little while.

I'm Like A Bird, I'll Only Fly Away...

GO AFTER HER. FUCK, DON'T SIT
THERE AND WAIT FOR HER TO CALL, GO AFTER HER BECAUSE
THAT'S WHAT YOU SHOULD DO
IF YOU L O V E SOMEONE, DON'T WAIT FOR
THEM TO GIVE YOU A SIGN, 'CAUSE IT MIGHT NEVER COME,
DON'T LET PEOPLE HAPPEN TO YOU,
DON'T LET ME HAPPEN TO YOU
OR HER, SHE'S NOT A FUCKING TELEVISION SHOW OR TORNADO.
THERE ARE PEOPLE I MIGHT HAVE LOVED
HAD THEY GOTTEN ON THE AIRPLANE OR RUN DOWN THE STREET AFTER ME OR CALLED
ME UP DRUNK AT FOUR IN THE MORNING BECAUSE THEY NEED TO TELL ME RIGHT NOW
AND BECAUSE THEY CANNOT REGRET THIS AND I ALWAYS THOUGHT I'D BE THE ONLY
ONE DOING CRAZY THINGS FOR PEOPLE
WHO WOULD NEVER GIVE ENOUGH OF A FUCK TO DO IT
BACK OR TO ACT LIKE IDIOTS OR BE ENTIRELY
VULNERABLE AND HONEST AND MAKING SOMEONE
FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU
IS EASY AND FLYING 3000 MILES ON FOUR DAYS NOTICE
BECAUSE YOU CAN'T JUST SIT THERE AND DO NOTHING
AND BREATHING INTO TELEPHONES IS NOT EVERYONE'S
IDEA OF LOVE BUT IT IS THE WAY I CAN RECOGNIZE IT BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I DO.
GO SCREAM AND BE WITH HER IN MEANINGFUL WAYS
BECAUSE THAT IS BEAUTIFUL AND THAT IS GENEROUS
AND THAT IS WHAT LOVING SOMEONE IS,
THAT IS RAW AND THAT IS UNGUARDED, AND
THAT IS ALL THAT IS WORTH ANYTHING,
REALLY.

Why You Always Running In Place? Even The Man In The Moon Disappeared...

Look.
I know you hate talking about yourself, but, sometimes, most of the time, I’m really worried about you.

Because, (not so) secretly, I adore you.

Every day is Saturday,
And, every month is June -
(When I'm with you, dear).

I tried my best to believe what you said.

I read the books, I went to bed, and I still woke up, again.

Is there some flaw in forever? Must be, because, when we're together...

The sky, it's bright for a while, then, it fades.

Lucky me, I've got three hours left. Lucky me, I've got this heart in my chest. Lucky me, I've got this four leaf clover. Look at me, I can tie my own shoes. Look at me, I lie, just as good as you. Whenever I please.

So, please spare me the consequence, just leave the note on the steps.

You don't have to read what you already know.

You want to know what the truth is?

I still love you, and I probably will love you for a very long time. But, I can't just be your buddy. Because, as much as I enjoy the concept of being just friends, in reality, it is a bizarre form of torture, and I'm just not willing to participate in it. So, right now, what I want to do is just move on, and get over you, and the only way for me to do that is to not be around you, anymore.

I miss her, sometimes, you know.
I miss her, most of the time.

Life is a school for angels. Love is the Teacher, so, do your homework, without fear. Death is merely graduation.

Are you upset, little friend? Have you been lying awake, worrying? Well, don't worry, I am here. The flood waters will recede, the famine will end, the sun will shine, tomorrow.

And, I will always, always be here to take care of you.

And, ultimately...
He's going to find out how you dance -
How you smell at every point in the day -
The fact that most of your friends are shallow, that you hate sitting in a window seat -
How, sometimes, you just can't seem to listen -
How you have no ability to save receipts...
He's going to know all of it, everything about you.

He's going to know.

And, he is STILL going to love you.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness.

 We learn so little from peace.

A person doesn't have to be perfect...

To be exactly what you need.

I feel.

A little bit.

(Empty)