So maybe I'm a little bit drunk
Or just a bit over-tired

It's just..

I'm thinking
And non-comprehensible, half-comprehensible thoughts
That hold no reason for the writing of
But might spill out here in any case.

How everything in life is a delicate balance.
So easy to disrupt
If we trust our instinct,
Does instinct lead us to balance
Unlike our over-meditated actions
Which often throw us off course?

How we are all hypocrites
And most claim to hate them the most
Is it then only important that we do not become hypocrites in our own eyes
Or is this just some intricate type of deceit?

How it takes being out of one's mind
To speak it sometimes

And how fear is so crippling
Fear that the other will not feel the same
How many times have you not spoken
For fearing or for not knowing
Or just not to upset the balance?

But how comfortable can we stay sometimes?
It's the stupid stuff
That we want to forget the most
And it's the stupid stuff
That we want to remember.

Maybe it makes no sense.
Maybe nothing does.
But then those things that make sense,
Shouldn't one hold close to himself?

And love that which makes him sane
When his world is full of the insane
Even if it's just for understanding his unique insanity
Or being part of it.

Maybe,
Maybe.
Maybe...

'Good-night, good-night! Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good-night till it be morrow. '

Shakespeare

Do you ever wonder,
If who you fixate about,
Fixates about you too?

sometimes people are a certain way
because at that moment
they can't be any other way

and then
they try to play it down to you
to avoid it
because they're not proud,
and they want to forget

but they can't quite.

Sometimes, it feels so good to say goodbye.

Testing is poison.

It is only in testing a person, that they can fall short.
(Or is it rather that, without testing them, you would never notice their shortcomings?)
What is there to be gained by constantly putting others friendship to the test;
And hoping that they will prove you wrong,
When nobody can fulfill your expectations, or you have left no margin for error?
You convince yourself that what you perceive is justified, that what you feel has been validated.
You've tested it, after all.
You've tested them, they fell short.

So pray tell, what are you going to do now?


If the truth leaves me lonely, give me lies..
"Lie to me, love me, we'll run away from everything"
I ask for lies, all I do is ask for lies,
But I cannot handle them.
Yes, sometimes it seems the truth is overrated.
But sometimes it is the same world, with different coloured lenses.


What good does it do me to be cynical,
When I can let it slide..
What good does it do me?


If I doubt you, I leave you room to fulfill my doubt
I will not doubt you
If I test you I give you the chance to fail
You will not fail me
If I conceive that you can cause me pain, you just might
You cannot hurt me
If I wait for you to not be enough you might not ever be
You’re exactly what I need you to be
If I never admit that I need you, maybe you will never know
I need you
If I fear that you will leave me, I will allow myself to let you go
I never will.


Do not tell me I am weak for needing you, or for expecting you to be everything that I need you to be.
Do not call me unrealistic, nor foolish, or say that I am asking to be hurt.
I am just trying to live my life.
I chose you and I will not let you let me down so easy.
So I choose to believe that you are all of this.
And it suits me just fine.


It is only in testing a person, that they can fall short,
And so, I will never test you.

See. It pains to feel attacked,

Do you feel defenceless now?

***

"He’s alone in the night:
He’s afraid of the dark -
(Don’t laugh! Don’t laugh!)
And then he asks himself - "Why?
Why did I?" - he says.
"throw it away,
give up my sun, my sky, my marvellous day?
Why -why - why
was I a fool?" he says.
So do I ask why
And I tell you I don’t know.
I only know-
as that suicide in vain
shivers for the loving sun
wishes his death undone,
his poison spilled-
so do I wish alive again
the love i killed."

from the play 'Come of Age', by Clemence Dane

I am thinking, that if chance were to take my life.
And I was offered one last chance
To rewind Time:
They would give me the life of someone who had committed suicide.
Because my life had been taken by chance,
and his by choice,
They could undo his but not mine.

Would I take it?

First thoughts on being a warrior.

“For the warrior, there is no such thing as an impossible love”

‘For the warrior, there is not such thing as an impossible love.

He is not intimidated by silence, indifference, or rejection. He knows that, behind the mask of ice that people wear, there beats a heart of fire.
This is why the warrior takes more risks than other people. He is constantly seeking the love of someone, even if that means often having to hear the word “no”, returning home defeated and feeling rejected in body and soul.

A warrior never gives in to fear when he is searching for what he needs. Without love, he is nothing.”

Paulo Coelho – Manual of The Warrior of Light

I have always known I was a warrior. I do not blindly accept.

Oftentimes I find myself reacting abnormally to situations. Rationalizing differently, or not seeing the need to rationalize when others demand my explanations. They seem not to understand, that sometimes love alone is enough reason.

I am at worst, aggressive, at best, strong. Some of us are born with some innate power, that we must tame. Or it will consume us, control us.

A warrior does not kill the innocent.

One has to have faith in oneself, to protect others, and for anyone else to have faith in them. I believe in myself, and so have found that throughout my few years thus far, people have been able to believe in me, and trust me.

But does a warrior feel pride? For when someone has not trusted me, I have found it hard to handle. But I have grown and instead of fighting my downfalls, I try to acknowledge them.

Understanding that I am a warrior, I seek to control my emotions. But this I struggle with. Few things affect me but those that seldomly do, I take to heart. If without love, I am nothing, then I must accept the shadows that only love can cast across my joy. Without faltering. I do not fall, nor break apart, but you will see through my eyes if my spirit has been wounded.

I know, that I am not the same. And I seek to perfect what I have been landed with, while not fighting my imperfections. Do not look at me one day and think I have always been thus.

I have crafted a mind which runneth like a stream, for the most part smooth and unhindered, helpful and calm.
But my stream meets a river, and seeing the river, is humbled. The river has such strength that he can overcome any animal who attempts crossing: my stream merely trickles.
This warrior acts on gut instinct, and lacks the internal dialogue of the wizard.

This warrior has much to learn.

Friendship, impossible love?

So is this what you call friendship? Somewhere half between talking and not talking, caring and not caring. I could do without.

Maybe your definition of friendship differs vastly from mine, but is a friend still a friend whom you do not see, is not eager to see you? Is a friend still a friend whom you rarely talk to? Is a friend still a friend when you have no ties left, but just because you deem him to be so? I think not.

I digress, I was just fine without talking to you, I had come to terms with it. But you drag me back here and I can never understand why. You start, and do not follow through. You spark the fire, and leave me to fan it. My turn is long since over. It is yours.

I always pray for the strength, to walk away; always pray for guidance, to know what to do. But I cannot answer my prayers, my internal monologue evades me. Do you deserve a frosty reception similar to your own, or being deceived to hurt both you and your mate? Revenge sounds sweet but I am not vindictive.

If there were some reason for your less than enthusiastic behaviour, I would like to think that you could be honest with me, but you only deny the feelings which constantly bother me. Which makes it worse. Who knows what drives you ? or what goes on inside your head, because you will not tell me anymore. I almost succeed in refusing to let this bother me. Almost.

“This is my last call to you

Then I'll give up everything

That we had, that we'd do

And you'll never hear me sing

All these songs about you

So just take this time and think

Just take this time and think”
Plain White T’s

...“For the warrior, there is no such thing as an impossible love” Paulo Coelho

Ramblings on being second best # 36261117

I say TV is (for the most part), a waste of my time, and pointless. But every now and again I'll be watching some show or the other and something will make me think. Tonight it was a girl leaving, and her best guy friend (who has a girlfriend) getting sad as they said goodbye.

My brother complained that he loved her..
My mother said that he did not!
I commented that he did love her, and his girlfriend: But then paused, and added that, he just happened to love his girlfriend more - Which everyone agreed with, and my mother further commented that she was right in leaving, after all, why should she suffer being second best?

So it isn't a surprise that this made me think, it isn't a surprise that the girl reminded me of [a stronger version of] myself.

I have to stop tolerating boys just because they love me. Sometimes their love alone, isn't enough. Sometimes you don't need just to be loved, you need to be loved the most.

So I seek to find in myself the strength to stop returning to the boys who have loved me, maybe still do. Because I need to realise, that if they loved me the most, they wouldn't be apart from me in the first place. For the most part.

Great. Now someone please tell my heart that.

First thoughts on liars

It bothers me, not just that you are not a hundred percent honest, but that you won't be a hundred percent honest with me, if I should ask you.

It is always left undecided, whether lying by ommission is still a lie - I cannot stand a liar.

I can put words in your mouth, and you will agree. Because you love me or want me to love you? Your excuses are weak.

If I expect too much, it is because you have trained me to expect this. Then, am I to blame?

---

Sometimes I am shocked, at what people conceal - sometimes I never find out, and could never imagine. And, yes, there could be reasons for your actions which you do not always wish to share. I should know this.

Is it that people are less honest than me, because for some reason I cannot conceal things unecessarily? Or is it that it seems so weird to me because I cannot conceive that which is being concealed. I am always scared of that which I do not know that I do not know.

Honesty has always seemed the best path for me, have you been raised differently? Why do some people lie when they don't need to: because it comes naturally? Because it is a way of life? A habit? Fun?

It varies in degrees, but in any form, I know that I could not live with a liar. It worries me not to know the full truth, or at least think that I do. I just need the security.

On contact..

In order to move forward in life, to progress, to evolve.. something must change, must it not? It is so easy to hope that meeting someone new can spiral off a chain of events similar to that which you hope for: in my case not so silently and secretly sometimes.

However, there are god knows how many people in this vast world, and reflecting on this fact, it upsets me to realise how few we will make contact with. And contact, what do we classify as contact?

A smile: You walked past and caught my eye, my lips betrayed a hesitance to smile, which you caught and threw back at me in full-toothed glory. You went, you came back, you went again, mouthing "goodbye", topped with another. Will I ever see you again?

A hello, a short conversation: Common needs brought us together for a few moments and we ended up talking. I don't think either of us remember what about, but it did not matter, we were lost within each others projections. You reminded me of someone I would like to know, to keep around, but I knew that saying goodbye meant I would possibly not see you again. But I could not keep you for too long, and whether or not the same realisation was encapsulated within you, it did not matter. Because it ended with goodbye.

Contact can't only be either of these, or similar interactions - for we do not live in the village communities of old, where habit brings us to the same places, the same people, day after day. So such contact can and will probably be once-off - then what can we do to change it, to make it twice-off? Social akwardness born of social expectations govern us. And we know not who dares to break the mould, so we do not break it ourselves.

Questions, I can give you questions. But answers I struggle for.

Again, on lacking eloquence.

In seeking to eliminate thought-pain, I hope that my thoughts have not disappeared completely, for often it has struck me that those who write the best, think the best - the best being synonymous to most unique. And these unique writers, are the ones who are tortured by such unique thoughts.

Operating backwards however, I could not say that those who are tortured by their thoughts are necessarily good at communicating them. I suffer now in that I seem to think clearly, but struggle to logically communicate my clear thoughts, often sitting and reading what I have written only to wonder if anyone existing outside of my own head could appreciate it.

Forgive me, I look not for reassurance nor consolance, though some pseudo-version of me would have such things. I merely seek to understand how, having eliminated my unbearable thought-pain, I may keep my unique thoughts. I hope, that this will will not lead me to understand that there is no externalisation to be had of thoughts which you do not contain, and indeed no beauty without pain.

And, if this is the only conclusion to be drawn from such a path of thinking, would I sacrifice my calmness of mind back to the thought-devil, if he would return my eloquence?

I still feel this, and so it still pours out from me.

If I did not feel this, here would not lie the stain.

And so this will stain, and pour,

Until I feel this no more.

I cannot bear the thought

That one day you will love her more than you love me

Saying No

There is only so many times a person can say 'No'
Before the person who hears that 'No'
Neglects to offer again.


"To love makes one solitary, she thought"
Mrs Dalloway

Words of my life #2

"Your personality, so complex, so unique, so random, there seems to be no pattern or logic.

You can imagine how frustrating to a computing engineer.

I dunno whether I'm scoring with you or pissing you off.

My intention is not to piss you off by the way, despite our rather... err fiery interactions."

Words of my life

"Afterwards, I asked myself why I'd do something like that and it's basically because I love you and I wanted to change your mind so that you don't have to do those things."

---

I want to say again, that I love you

and that I don't think now, that i can be without you

Selfish, or not, I surmise it does not mattter what I want.

For you, you do not listen. Not anymore.

I do not know what changed, or what you are angry at me for.

Am I more selfish, for not wanting to give you to another?

I do not mind, but I do fear, that one day

I will change and want to be your lover.

Is my worry that you will leave, or push me away?

Even though you promise me different

Stories scare me

And you, you upset me.

Though I would not see you cry for it.

If you, yourself, do not know.

What is confusing you so,

How am I to guess the cause of the turmoil I see through your farce

Or not farce, but temporary bliss

That will fall apart again when you eat her kisses

And have her whole

And leave me incomplete

For I cannot speak to you, at the end of every week

She starts your weekends

And you send, me away

And days later, you pay

It is not my intention to make you suffer

For my discomfort or stubborness

I apologise in advance

But unlike you, I can't hold up the farce.

So maybe I should leave.

They say they always choose

But I cannot stand to lose

But it is not your choice I fear

It is your emptyness, all the while that you are here

And your suspicions when you leave

And all the headaches that I don't need

Although I wished for drama.

So if I push you away and you do not leave

Am I to blame for wanting you so close always

Or for trying to force you to stay

The one time you are unwilling?

And better, for her not to write

Lest what she feel resurface

But months had passed,

And all her fight,

It had been murdered.

And Yes, the Loneliness,

It can get to you.

But what would you sacrifice

To feel like you used to?

.

I thought that I did,

But I didn't want you.

Or anything you can give.

Oh ! you give me nothing!

.

And falling, her words caught her
Like a net of black, and woven
She landed, and crawled under
Dark cold alleyways
Looking for light
Not realising
She had lost her sight
And she crawled in open fields
Thinking the heat she felt
Must surely be flames
The sun, through a magnifying glass
Becomes far less tame.

Isn't it sad to know someone's lips

better than you know their brain?

"Because all suffering is sweet to me"

Saint Thérèse

"Ever feel like someone is better off without you,

because you can't give them what they need?"

Your mind.

"I am a bad person Leila,
My mind is a horrible place."

Here, belly down
Watching one more tear roll down
Your over-used cheek

What can I tell you
Seeing you hurt so kills me
That I assess every idea you tell me
Against my own
And choose what's best for you
That I cannot tell you this

My perfection eats away at you
Did I not ever feel like you do
I try to explain to you that out of every hundred thoughts
You may know two.
That I did not teach you how to draw.
Two minutes ago you said you did not remember.

My name, with resentment, spewed from your lips
It's all I can do not to cry
But itching my eye I feel mine tooIs moist.

That in your moments of emptiness
All I would do is help you be whole again
But I have no idol to introduce you to

You believe not that which I admit to you
Or think I would mock you
I would not

My heart, it bleeds,
Less for the memories of my tortured head
And more for yours now
Though I will not agree with your confessions of insanity
Or lack of a heart.
I gave so much to you
Where is it all now?

You sit, cross-legged
Preaching to me
But Mr. Hyde, has he gone?
Mr Jekyll remains, or some cold, mean hearted version of him.
You say you can't help it
I have seen you at your worst.
I cry for you but won't let you see it

Watch what I say? - How dare you try save me
When you cannot save yourself?

I realise that more than you realise,
have become like me
Oh, you want to help
You want to preach
You cannot listen.
Heaven forbid I am the same,
To some superior being
I tell you to wait, wait
But I, at you age, I could not.

Scorn, pouring from your fingertips
Issuing slaps, you push
Me and everyone else away
But I push my way back in
If shouting got my message across
If anything did
This would be different
Not this, again and again and again

"Clash. Do you believe that?"
No, I don't.
I don't believe that we aren't meant to get along.
I do not know everything,
You would or would not have me.
It varies, it differs not.

I try, constantly, to see inside your head.
I would understand,
My own little case study,
My tortured genius
I envy you somewhat,
My voices have died.
My twenty years swallowed my inconsistency
And I sit here stable, listening to your monotone.
Your voice that drives me mad,
Your words that I can't stand.
I can't talk to you when you're like this.

"I don't know who I am"
Did you really think someone would save you?
I cannot, and I care most - is this true?
Maybe there's something wrong with our head
Maybe you're stupid
But you throw old statements back and back again
Let it go?

So.
The other night you told me
There are angels, in people.
Angels, sent by God.
Tonight you took back your words.
I am more than just a good person.
Though you say that is all.

The dark entrails of your mind,
Strewn here on the floor
Bare floorboards, where did you find them?
Cold and black, they scare me
I see why they scare you
But I, I must feign courage
For you who has none right now.

It exhausts me
Wading through your laments
Dispelling your mental problems
Where you think I will not listen
It is my duty to oppose.
You think I think I am better
I just want you to be happy
And not empty.

Float, float on
If you are not a angel
What are you, that floats?
I do not fear what you fear.

One thousand names for this condition.
But seeing you snap
Is something I hate experiencing
Dealing with your two parallel worlds
Tiptoeing around your black world and black sister
What do I say to her,
When she turns my heart stone.

"I think I'm scared of the dark"

All i want

Okay, let me write to you and tell you all it is that I want.

All that I want. be it selfish or not. For it to be here and manifest before my eyes, for me to see it and train my subconscious to bring this to me. Make my desires true. Because a stated dream is a dream half caught, isn’t it?

When you feel the lack, then you must know that you want what you seem to be lacking. If this is true I have found my wants, so clearly. In moments of despair they seem unachievable, far, far away, unrealistic. As though this lack could not be filled. And I know I have holes which I deem only to be fillable by certain objects, certain beings, certain places. I am filled with these holes, heaven forbid they should be fatal.

“and then suddenly it struck me how I had nowhere to be, noone to be with. I suddenly felt alone, irrationally (I see that now) but immensely, immediately, heart-achingly alone.
I felt like crying (I did, a wee bit), I wanted to be surrounded by people, lots of people. Old people. new people, exciting people, people who I still had to get to know, anyone, everyone. Instead though, I had no one

..And I saw my future span out just the same. Me, bored with life, the long, lonely, empty days. For the rest of university, for the rest of work.. for the rest of ever, forever..”

People, faces, voices, thoughts, sights, the wind, the sky, the grass, the hills, they all make their holes.

Your face, your voice, your words.

“I know, its not even true now. But in that moment it's all I truly believed in.

I managed to shake it.
but its still there, lurking.

I was just looking through the photos of my holiday and I realised I want to be in the mountains, on the farms, under the trees, in the hills, by the streams, running with the goats... you get my point. I realise I’m just like my grandad, a free spirit”

So some small idea of what it is, that and a lover to brave the cold wind with, watch the million stars with, climb the hills with. I want.

I don't want to tell you, I don't think I should.
But I want you to guess.

Ever get the feeling, that it isn't enough.



A certain situation is missing something?

An incomplete, uncomfortable feeling inside?

Like there should be a next step, a next level...



But you don't know what it is that would complete it?

I know, that everything that happens to me is my lesson, a lesson. It's just sometimes I can't see the trees for the forest. It's hard to remove myself, dissociate and observe what's happening to me from another perspective. I find that extremely difficult.

x

I suppose that it is normal to feel as though you don't know what to feel, don't know what to think, how to react..

I don't like being normal.

d

I just know now that this game has had its day, and I'm sick of making excuses for it. As much as I revel in the confusion and the drama, I think it's high time I stopped seeking it out. Or do a 'Demartini' and re-assess my priorities. Which is all very well to say, but pushing 'relationships' down to a lower rung on my priorities ladder isn't as easy as talking about doing it is, it is a stubborn demand, and my head has one million rational reasons why it is the most important.

.

I don't know, I feel a bit out of control of my life, like suddenly it's going in a direction I didn't entirely intend it to, and it's travelling fast.. Is this what turning twenty does to you? Or have I lost sight of what life is about? What is life about? Because if I really want to shift my priorities I need to stop answering "Love" to that question.

.

i just want to feel in control, like I have time on my side, my whole life ahead of me, not that there's a risk the rest of my life might be directionless and mundane, every day running into the next.

.

I've never felt so scared, and that in itself scares me more.

Lyrics provided by Pierce the Veil

Me:

"If you call me at all
Don't tell me that I'm ordinary
Cause I won't be passing you, please don't leave
And if you tell me you're listening to everything you read

Turn off this light, call my name"

You:

"Oh, I hear you breathing on the line
Oh baby girl, I'm not your type
I'll leave you hurting every night
So I won't be coming back."

Life Lessons (# 200)

"Wonder why I'm so caught off guard..
When we kiss
Rather live my life, in regret,
Than do this.."

J.E.W


There is no point in either of us gettin upset, if we ask for honesty, is there?

I am terrified of your anger, and guilty for your pain
If we fight like this tonight, will tomorrow be the same?

I don't quite know.

"Please cut me out, cut me out
Plot and make me the lover you wanted
When you were young and asleep
And I'm fine when you, you burn my core from a bottle
The lover you wanted while you waited so long"

Brand New

"Why can't you... why can't you... why can't you just love me back?" The Spill Canvas

I hate to enter this self loathing mess which is not me
But am I really as unlovable as you make me feel
I wish I was bleeding through my wounds and not my eyes
Or that the room would not collapse more on me with each sigh
I want someone to tell me, that's it going to be alright
Someone to hold me, someone to dream of me at night
I feel so alone, I feel so alone, I feel so alone
Sometimes I wonder, if this is a prison, or a home
And will anyone ever save me
Or want me for their own
I am the meanest sad person I know.

I can't part my lips to fake a smile
Or bear you thinking I'm a fool
Fuck you, I don't need you to want me
And it's not like I ever will
If I could choose where to place this,
Then I would not choose you.

Cold running down my chest
My face it is a mess
But don't worry it's what I do best
Pushing people away
Well, if I didn't, would you stay?

I am deflated
And still being poked from every side
They wouldn't bother
If they knew I was dead inside
Already

I just want something to call my own
Untouched, and unique
To see how I have grown
To become something I am so proud of
But you all leave alone

Look at the repurcussions
Your nothingness has had
Why do I chase you to fulfill me
When you leave me so damn sad

I am a monster, I am a monster in disguise
If you don't believe me, just look in my eyes
If you chase me now, know that I am paralysed
This is what you did to me with your ill concealed lies
My heart has rotted, rip it out, leave it for the flies
And if they leave that which bound it, undo all the ties
I have noone to turn to, so why get out alive?

I wish for you to read this
I wish for you to feel my pain
I wish for you to need me
And love me once again
I wish for you to talk to me
Or at least try
I wish that you had regretted
Never having the chance to say goodbye
I wish that I could read your mind
Long enough to see you care
And maybe long enough to tell
You miss me not being there

Thank the heavens I am straight forward
And lay my cards out on the line
Thank the heavens I can survive
Without you agreeing to be mine
Curse the underworld for hating me
And wasting all my time

Stating what I feel, is it helpful
To make this seem more real
I feel let down, I feel alone
That this life is surreal
To stare into the darkness
And avoid sleep
Because I would wallow in the pain
And drown

If you care, show me
And I will not test you
If you love me, tell me
And I will love you
If you need me, just don't pretend
I'll discover it in the end
And lies are as good as ommission
A lie doesn't have to be outright to make it not alright
And if you don't know what you want, enjoy your confusion
But you will know what you don't want.

I will not, I will not, I WILL NOT BE A FOOL
I will not let you see me hurt
I do not hurt
No, not for you
Not half as much as you want me to
Correcting myself, No, you don't care
I was your fill-in for someone else not there
So why did anyone, ever, think this was fair
For all purposes I officially do not care
So thankyou, thankyou, for not being there


Because I won't spend another night thinking about you.

I won't let this slide
While it's fresh on my mind
You don't deserve me baby
I'm one of a kind

Don't know whether to be happy or sad tonight
If I miss you already, or just miss someone being there

I don't understand
How it's been so long
But you still have this effect on me?
Is it too good to change,
Or not good enough to?

Yes,
Not one flutter,
Not one stir
I don't feel it anymore

A half lament from a half writer

It's not reassuring to reflect back on posts from years back and wonder whether your intelligence levels - at least in terms of writing and such - haven't decreased.

On contemplating possible reasons why:

Maybe the lack of English classes (that I had at school) has affected my grasp of the language - negatively.

Maybe I have become too yoga-like; too non-attached, too simplified, that I see the world in black and white. (On this possibility, I have had someone proclaim exasperatedly "But Leila! Everything is not so black and white as you see it! There is grey area inbetween!")

Maybe I've become less pompous and wordy and get my point across better, without the necessary faffle.. (Oh you foolish 17yr old, who even tricks a future you into believing you know it all!)

Or maybe I just analyze things less and it's beneficial to my overall happiness?

I know writers are the ones who will chase heartache and unrequited love - morbid as it seems - to inspire them, (why is it we struggle to write about happiness? that sorrow and pain flows more easily, the words like blood from our slit fingertips?), but I have always been reluctant to tag myself 'a writer' - I do not know whether I deserve the title I afford so much respect.

I suppose that, as ever, my lament has no purpose (My tea has gone cold, I could probably do without the extra sugar in any case), but I feel it must be noted, if only for my own pride, or for posterity (Oh posterity! How many undeserving items you pointlessly claim).

One can only hope that I am not in rollerblades, atop some hill, slowly rolling down... or worse, not only there, but with some naughty child ready to push me and speed my journey - Oh why, why!, must everything that goes up come hurtling down? I would have myself special enough to overrule gravity. Silly girl.

How many, how many times can i say
No, no, i need you to stay
So I won't, i won't, push you away
although you need to go.

How many, how many times,
Can you cry, at my feet fall
Thinking I don't care at all
What can I say?

It's just
One more day
And nothing, nothing changed
No, it stays the same
Even if it kills us
Oh, it will one day
Pleasure, please take this pain
This pain, take it away
Seems like it will always be this way

If never, no not ever, we hope
I should leave
You won't let me go
At least not alone
So I will sleep
Sleep to forget
And wake up to regret
Everything I said to you
It's not fair, no it's not fair

Hold me, hold me tight
What you can get
Because if you leave today
You're convinced I'll forget
By tomorrow?
This, what you can have, love this
Not some dream, some indifferent scheme

This, this, it takes over my head
Just be quiet, come lie with me instead
No, go away
I want you, I need you
I really should leave you
Please, stay
Don't stay

Help me, help me, I don't know what to say
Why wait tomorrow, when yesterday's tomorrow is today
Today, today, today
Yes, don't wait
You can't have this
Tommorow, tomorrow, tomorrow
You won't want it anymore
I can't be sure
But I know my head is sore
My mind is tired

You, you, you
Need to forget
But I, I, I
Don't seem to let you

Why, why, why do I feel so alone?
In everything I do and the decisions I make.

I wish there were two of me so one could support the other.

She always thought she was different
From everyone, with all their shit
Different, different, doesn't always cut it

A whirlwind
Of feelings and non-feelings and fears
Falling over these same stumbling-blocks
She thought he had taken them with him
Maybe the new one had brought them back.

Assorted bruises on her leg
One for each of them
So they all had their mark
She fell more when it was dark
And they blocked out the light.
And they took all her fight.
So she melted into them
Trying not to pretend
That it was any different.

But oh yes, he said it was.

Looking back, and reading pain
Mistakenly thinking this time was the same
Just how she pushed them all away

A story for another day?
Maybe, because he was tired,
And left her to sleep
Some hormonal version of her was left to weep
And feel alone.

Her lips on his, and his, and his
Each day brings another feeling
And another way to deal with it
Who knew which one was right?

Poor little confused girl
Taking pity on herself
Or chasing pain to make her feel alive
She would close her eyes while she would drive
And just hope that she would be alright
Night after night after night

I don't know
If what I do is right, or wrong
But I'll not think about it, and sing along

I can't guess,
If this is real, or a test
But I'll try do my best
Not knowing if it was ever good enough
To begin with

I'm feeling slightly lost
Slightly scared
You caught me unprepared

Chasing you away
With these fears that kept me safe
Maybe keeping you here is more than I can take.

Okay, I think it's time I poured my heart out to you. Because I need to take an objective look at myself, if only for a few minutes.

I find myself expressing my fears. In itself, this should be a good thing. Better surely, that compacting them inside, hiding them and denying them.

So what do I fear? Simply, in relationships, I fear being second-best. I don't want to do that one again, not anytime soon. I feel however, that I seem to get myself into situations that make me second-best. I seem to be attracted to guys that are already in love with someone else. And it's noone's shortcoming except my own. I seem to attract pain, even take some sort of morbid pleasure in it. Another issue I'm trying to understand.

But the tricky bit comes in trying to stop the fears taking over. Stopping starting things with the end in mind. And pushing people away with my fears. Am I wrong for thinking this is going to go the same way? Or stupid for doing this again?

I'm stopping here, because I can't go on like this, can't write like this.

We may not always get what we want. But we always get what we need.

"Are you dazed
From too much meat and wine?

Of are you a soldier
On the field of battle?"
Hafiz

The warning again and again.
Again pertaining to you.

That's it I'm done

Done with regret

And missing you

Done with being dragged back.

That's it, I've forgotten.

Anything we ever had.

And here creeps in the doubt

Did we ever have anything at all?

Confusion,

Again.

.

Is it me that chases it? Or all girls - rendering me the same.

Just thinking it taps my heartbeat, each beat bringing pain.

.

"Humanity is bewildered by false idols

And driven by vain fantasies into the pit of destruction"

.

Eerily accurate advice. But it is so hard,

.

So hard to judge the false idols from the rest.

Especially when any one persons idols differ from the next.

With no one to guide me,

Or tell me which way to turn my feet.

I find myself ambling down too many familiar streets.

.

"Dive into the boiling sea of passion,

And all grief will run from you"

.

But they still want me to believe that love solves everything,

Still want me to surrender

And I'll believe them and they knew I always would.

Because, without love, there's nothing else.

If this is what I know I don't want

Why do I question it

Sometimes when I look in your eyes

I know I would die for it

Why am I plagued, by this haunting feeling of being betrayed

It's all too familiar

Why do I feel my heart sink

Everytime I'm left alone

I should be used to this

Why do I insist that someone will be there for me

And set myself up for a fall

Life is life alone.

.

"There are moments that hold aeons of seperation

Yet parting is naught but an exhaustion of the mind

Perhaps we have not parted."

The Garden Of The Prophet

On Fears and Hopes

Just wonder, why it makes me so angry
To hear your fears
- That you're scared I do what everyone else does,
What? - Fall in love with you?
I told you I don't fall easily..

And I told you that I'm scared,
That I'll be the one that's different,
The one that you end up falling for first..
Maybe it isn't so much a fear as a hope.

I told you I've been feeling aggressive,
I was just being honest.
So I hope you aren't surprised.

But it's a sensitive subject,
When all I need is to be different,
I'm scared you'll tag me the same.

'So why does it always seem

That every time I turn around

Somebody falls in love with me?'

City and Color

Am I doing this wrong for refusing to be anyone's fool,

When everyone has to be someone's?

I don't know.

Can I pick this up off the floor...?

*

"With all of this I know now

Everything inside of my head

It all just goes to show how

Nothing I know changes me at all

Again I wait for this to change instead

To tear the world in two

Another night with her

But I'm always wanting you"

Blink

*

When it falls, it all falls

When it rains, it pours

I can't take this anymore

*

"On the way home,

This car hears my confessions.

I think tonight I'll take the long way.

This weather,

The wind outside is biting.

It has left me feeling tired.. and exposed."

Dashboard

*

Look, the drama's repeating itself again

And they've switched my role

*

"My sighs they ring victorious and fog this tinted glass.

It's clouded and so is my head.

The hint of these new tears are sharp,

I try to choke them back..

But it's useless,

I am useless against them

They're beating me with ease"

Dashboard

*

Tell me who or what to turn to

'Cause false hope don't keep me warm

When there's noone to listen,

I'll just talk to myself

Go on, make it worth all these sacrifices I make.

Because I don't think you do.