you'd whisper my name and my heart would melt

an honest one is rare

beneath every word is layer after layer of meaning and somewhere at the bottom is what i want to say.

in my head

I'm waiting for winter, it always seems warmer somehow.
It's the sun on the snowfall and the silence I am longing for now.
But with one backward glance, I won't stand a chance,
So I'll wave goodbye over my shoulder.
Yeah who am I fooling?
Some things you just don't get over.

This inability to figure out what I want and what I should do about it is killing me.

prom

one pair black thigh-high fishnets, lace topped: check.
one black lace garter belt: check.
dress: almost finished.
one pair black patent stillettos: as soon as neil gives me money.

my place

i need to figure out what i want and feel before i start affecting other people's lives.

beautiful creep

it's an easy one to choose - you lose.

this little girl

Should I back off? you ask.
I don't know where I stand
or where I ever stood.
You make her happy. Isn't that what matters?
But I can't help feel like I'm standing on the sidelines and there are those twinges of but I love her mixed with could I handle it and would she even. Sure it's all fine and well for her to pay me compliments and kiss me and hold me so tight I never want her to let go but is it as hollow as it occasionally feels?
Social butterflies are hard to capture.