stay close, don't go

i get more and more upset with you as the days go by, and you, you don't even notice. so stop taking me for granted, because i am here. in front of you, every. single. day.

in all honesty, there's really no point to anger when some people are.. as dense as corkboards, i know, i know, but i really can't help it

breathe me

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me


tired playing second fiddle, of being second fiddle. i hate that i'm always somewhere further down the line from you. why do other people always seem more important? why is it easier with them but not with me? i feel like a petulant 5-year old, but well, that's just the way things are with you right now

not your everyday circumstance

Please, I know that we're different
We were one cell in the sea in the beginning
And what we're made of was all the same once
All the same
We're not that different after all


trying hard. everything is nothing short of perfunctory, well-polished and shiny, polite and like clockwork. and my heart aches.

somewhere along the way, we lost, or are losing what we had. and what i want to know is: does it matter to you at all?

you're still here

i reach out to hold you; i wake with a jolt