<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' gd:etag='W/&quot;Ck8HRHY_eyp7ImA9WhBTEUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341099668034958034</id><updated>2013-02-06T09:13:55.843-08:00</updated><title>Be curious, Not judgmental.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>regan mae.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594146774118531132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8VN3zJ4pQ/SuvASET9H6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/SwKdU7PG5EM/S220/angel+001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ck8HRHY_cSp7ImA9WhBTEUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341099668034958034.post-5396709667002773500</id><published>2013-02-06T09:13:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-06T09:13:55.849-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-02-06T09:13:55.849-08:00</app:edited><title>found the gap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
i know its scary&lt;br /&gt;
knowing what we are not&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
thats the worst part&lt;br /&gt;
recognizing the lacking&lt;br /&gt;
when everything is missing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
hope you miss me&lt;br /&gt;
and that you realized how ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;
holding onto broken threads is&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when the strings caused it&lt;br /&gt;
dying just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;
to realize what the bottom is&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but a burden can be&lt;br /&gt;
more than we expected to see&lt;br /&gt;
when hearts bleed&lt;br /&gt;
though we didnt know they meant anything&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and i hope you see what i am now&lt;br /&gt;
that love makes us crazy&lt;br /&gt;
but a broken heart can calm you down&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and even worse&lt;br /&gt;
it flaunts what we never found&lt;br /&gt;
when we sleep in oceans&lt;br /&gt;
with hope to drown&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but you told me things get better&lt;br /&gt;
and life hurts, so ill write you a letter&lt;br /&gt;
to tell you i feel better&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
now that youre far enough away&lt;br /&gt;
because you never wanted to stay&lt;br /&gt;
and ill say something to the effect of&lt;br /&gt;
i hope youre okay&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but you know thats a lie&lt;br /&gt;
because youve seen my face&lt;br /&gt;
i hope youre hearts like mine&lt;br /&gt;
things hurt until they decay&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5396709667002773500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/02/found-gap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/5396709667002773500?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/5396709667002773500?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/02/found-gap.html' title='found the gap'/><author><name>regan mae.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594146774118531132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8VN3zJ4pQ/SuvASET9H6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/SwKdU7PG5EM/S220/angel+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0UFQH89fSp7ImA9WhBTEEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341099668034958034.post-8268360864309019456</id><published>2013-02-05T09:26:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-05T09:26:51.165-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-02-05T09:26:51.165-08:00</app:edited><title>youre still all that i think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
stupid, build them up&lt;br /&gt;
wanna tear them back down again&lt;br /&gt;
wanna turn it into something new&lt;br /&gt;
all your walls&lt;br /&gt;
should have used bricks for them&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and i guess i forget to mention&lt;br /&gt;
wanna build you up&lt;br /&gt;
to watch you fall down again&lt;br /&gt;
wanna watch you hurt like i did&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but honesty is a burden&lt;br /&gt;
to people who have never heard of it&lt;br /&gt;
and i hate you for it&lt;br /&gt;
wanna take advantage because i can&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
because you did&lt;br /&gt;
god, i hate you for it&lt;br /&gt;
scars are made when people bend&lt;br /&gt;
and we lose sleep to follow trends&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
stupid, build them up&lt;br /&gt;
wanna make a mess out of it&lt;br /&gt;
stupid, build them up&lt;br /&gt;
make these walls a trend&lt;br /&gt;
wanna hate you less&lt;br /&gt;
tear me down again&lt;/div&gt;
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and i hope it means something&lt;br /&gt;
when words bore deep enough&lt;br /&gt;
to make me bleed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when i thought you were worth everything&lt;br /&gt;
and that you were more&lt;br /&gt;
than i could imagine to be&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but days are sleepy&lt;br /&gt;
when our minds run all night&lt;br /&gt;
with things that break me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and make me realize i gave away my dignity&lt;br /&gt;
to jump into bed with someone&lt;br /&gt;
who doesnt mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
then i realized i do that a lot&lt;br /&gt;
never give myself the time&lt;br /&gt;
thinking my heart will rot&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and maybe we all become something we're not&lt;br /&gt;
because who we think we wanna be&lt;br /&gt;
never is what we got.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but maybe, thats okay&lt;br /&gt;
yeah, thats how a heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;
but we are what we create&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and its really not your fault&lt;br /&gt;
when years of waves&lt;br /&gt;
wash away at all the walls&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
they make me deteriorate&lt;br /&gt;
like spaces that we make&lt;br /&gt;
but maybe thats okay&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when fences we put up to keep us safe&lt;br /&gt;
really never did anything&lt;br /&gt;
in the first place&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i guess thats a mistake we make&lt;br /&gt;
spend all this time on things&lt;br /&gt;
it takes seconds to break&lt;/div&gt;
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tell me i wont find better&lt;br /&gt;
that you hope im cold&lt;br /&gt;
in sleepy weather&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and maybe im missing out&lt;br /&gt;
on things ill never know&lt;br /&gt;
because i never tried to figure you out&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so show me what im missing&lt;br /&gt;
i wanna feel lost&lt;br /&gt;
and loathing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i wanna hurt like those bold things&lt;br /&gt;
the words that you told me&lt;br /&gt;
hope you wanna hold me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
thanks for letting me know i fucked up&lt;br /&gt;
didnt realize what you were worth&lt;br /&gt;
when you were always messed up&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
smoking something new&lt;br /&gt;
holding onto the blue&lt;br /&gt;
of flecks in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when you used to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;
told me where i was meant&lt;br /&gt;
was on the other side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
of loving myself&lt;br /&gt;
you know i couldve died&lt;br /&gt;
trying to be a lie&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so show me what im missing&lt;br /&gt;
im just kidding&lt;br /&gt;
i know it isnt much&lt;/div&gt;
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its about what ive relegated myself to&lt;br /&gt;
designating myself to the confines of love and hate&lt;br /&gt;
like an empty box&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and we crawl inside&lt;br /&gt;
hoping to find something in between&lt;br /&gt;
the spaces and the strings&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
then we jump around the blank page&lt;br /&gt;
hoping to find some color in the white&lt;br /&gt;
but its pointless like trying to find sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
then everything changes&lt;br /&gt;
and theres too much time in having no time at all&lt;br /&gt;
so we sit and wait for something to pour out of our defenseless skin&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but morning always comes&lt;br /&gt;
another couple of hours for your heart to be numb&lt;br /&gt;
and your fingers to drum&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when you think youre worth better&lt;br /&gt;
you stay lonely and sleep cold&lt;br /&gt;
and you feel nothing at all because feelings are overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when we think we're sick because we're melting&lt;br /&gt;
when we thought better before sheltering&lt;br /&gt;
our hearts though people hurt and leave marks&lt;/div&gt;
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but i have to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;
it hurts so bad when i broke it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and these things, they make no sense&lt;br /&gt;
when i hold it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so how am i supposed to say that im alright?&lt;br /&gt;
and that this is all okay&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and that im okay&lt;br /&gt;
when im not?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
we'll break our own hearts&lt;br /&gt;
before we ever listen&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
just promise me im making the biggest mistake of my life&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
by day we forget&lt;br /&gt;
we eat and do and act&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and we feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;
and nothing hurts&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but at night we cant hide&lt;br /&gt;
it bores and steeps&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and it gets deeper&lt;br /&gt;
and it hurts... bad&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
then we try to drown out our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;
that part hurts physically&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
we blair our music&lt;br /&gt;
and consume everything in sight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
then we give up&lt;br /&gt;
because nothing works&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
tell ourselves we're ugly&lt;br /&gt;
then repeat&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and we cut&lt;br /&gt;
then repeat&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
then we cry ourselves to sleep&lt;br /&gt;
because nothing fits when we're weak&lt;/div&gt;
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can you take whats left?&lt;br /&gt;
stringing out these final breaths&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
yeah it gets cold&lt;br /&gt;
and too late when we're too old&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but eyes are bright&lt;br /&gt;
when we're feeling bold&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
saying i love you&lt;br /&gt;
only to be put on hold&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
didnt you get what you wanted?&lt;br /&gt;
tallying names of the haunted&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
as if you could remember&lt;br /&gt;
when memories freeze in december&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but these i cant forget&lt;br /&gt;
like sharing every secret&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
just so i can hear it&lt;br /&gt;
in broken whispers&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so what do you mean&lt;br /&gt;
do i regret it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when im reminded everyday&lt;br /&gt;
just how stupid&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
loving someone is&lt;br /&gt;
and being broken&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when you thought it couldnt happen again&lt;br /&gt;
but we give in&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
we create cycles&lt;br /&gt;
when we bend&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
an we shatter trust&lt;br /&gt;
for others to mend&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and im still wondering when&lt;br /&gt;
this is going to end&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when you wont tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;
because im too young again&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
once you got what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;
yeah you win.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2398232484901797631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/01/like-some-kind-of-ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/2398232484901797631?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/2398232484901797631?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/01/like-some-kind-of-ghost.html' title='like some kind of ghost'/><author><name>regan mae.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594146774118531132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8VN3zJ4pQ/SuvASET9H6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/SwKdU7PG5EM/S220/angel+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUUGRHg9fSp7ImA9WhNbGUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341099668034958034.post-5618914806258487567</id><published>2013-01-23T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-23T09:47:05.665-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-01-23T09:47:05.665-08:00</app:edited><title>be my mirror, my sword and shield</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
when we force ourselves into boxes&lt;br /&gt;
of needing and wanting love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
well im sorry i am so defective&lt;br /&gt;
too damn young and dumb to leave my heart unprotected&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but words like these shatter&lt;br /&gt;
when theres nothing left to say because none of it mattered&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but hearts get battered&lt;br /&gt;
and the pieces get left to be scattered&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so what am i supposed to feel when youre not here&lt;br /&gt;
because i used to think that was nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but now im feeling broken&lt;br /&gt;
since every bit of me seems to have been stolen&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and you lied&lt;br /&gt;
i was only in love with one side&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
claimed you hated to be hurt&lt;br /&gt;
when you were setting the scene to do it to a girl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
who fell for you&lt;br /&gt;
thought you were something new&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
then you broke the two&lt;br /&gt;
made me wonder who&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
could have done this?&lt;br /&gt;
i thought we were being honest&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
im sorry, im not beyond this&lt;br /&gt;
when blue eyes break a promise&lt;/div&gt;
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when we stop remembering who we are&lt;br /&gt;
when we start doing things without being provoked&lt;br /&gt;
thats crossing the line, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;
thats when we know...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it was all involuntary&lt;br /&gt;
when boys&lt;br /&gt;
break hearts like toys&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but i dont know when&lt;br /&gt;
the split between who i am and who i was&lt;br /&gt;
ends&lt;br /&gt;
it all bends&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and that face you make is matter-of-fact&lt;br /&gt;
like its something i should know&lt;br /&gt;
when innocence is what i lack&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and ill say yes&lt;br /&gt;
then take it back&lt;br /&gt;
but only after its too late&lt;br /&gt;
when i scream for what i had&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and ill lie in a bed&lt;br /&gt;
where i lost my rings&lt;br /&gt;
to remind myself of all the careless things&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i had to run into&lt;br /&gt;
like walls i built up&lt;br /&gt;
that i cant get through&lt;br /&gt;
when i see eyes that are pale and blue&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ill keep running through&lt;br /&gt;
trying to get to a heart&lt;br /&gt;
i always knew&lt;/div&gt;
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Do we just die and forget and start over?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Did we just damn ourselves to four leaf clovers?&lt;br /&gt;
waiting patiently for luck to pass us over&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When all we get is all we ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder when we realize we're still haunted&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and the past will bring us back&lt;br /&gt;
to sun that shines like our sins&lt;br /&gt;
to remind us&lt;br /&gt;
where our bloody hands have been&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when we wash them in white&lt;br /&gt;
our hands come clean&lt;br /&gt;
leaving us to believe&lt;br /&gt;
our future is bright&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;
right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but stars are our only light&lt;br /&gt;
and they cant lead us through every night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when the fact of the matter is&lt;br /&gt;
we leave imprints on our hearts&lt;br /&gt;
and it will take more to forget&lt;br /&gt;
than to just restart&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and we cant cut out so easily&lt;br /&gt;
when words already dug a hole too deep&lt;br /&gt;
and we cant just hold ourselves back&lt;br /&gt;
without losing any sleep&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and i have to tell you that i cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;
that the things we said last night bore and steep&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and im sorry if i messed things up&lt;br /&gt;
ill make it a habit of mine with any luck&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but when you dont leave the lines clear&lt;br /&gt;
i dont know if i can step over it&lt;br /&gt;
or just fall near&lt;br /&gt;
that is not what i wanted to hear&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
that the end is not definite&lt;br /&gt;
even passed trips over state lines&lt;br /&gt;
you still wanna see me&lt;br /&gt;
and call me "mine"&lt;/div&gt;
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but i promise its for the best&lt;br /&gt;
because a heart makes a mess&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
im sick of waiting games&lt;br /&gt;
constantly checking my phone&lt;br /&gt;
to see a call was never made&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and you know it makes a heart break&lt;br /&gt;
more than the&amp;nbsp;destruction&amp;nbsp;you make&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so how long will it take?&lt;br /&gt;
to tell me you dont feel the same thing&lt;br /&gt;
but you dont want to see my heart break&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but what did you expect&lt;br /&gt;
when you were holding out&lt;br /&gt;
to say you love me less&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
waiting for the perfect time&lt;br /&gt;
to create a mess&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but dont worry, its for the best&lt;br /&gt;
when you were a waste of months&lt;br /&gt;
and shallow breaths&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but come back in a couple of weeks&lt;br /&gt;
to tell me that im missed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
that the kisses&lt;br /&gt;
made you wish for this&lt;br /&gt;
something you had not expected&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
didnt realize you were so far invested&lt;br /&gt;
but with who?&lt;br /&gt;
because it wasnt who you left netted&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and at first it was cold&lt;br /&gt;
relearning how to sleep in a bed&lt;br /&gt;
alone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but after a couple of days&lt;br /&gt;
you realize that its all youve known&lt;br /&gt;
when you fall in love with boys for the way they make you moan&lt;/div&gt;
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i still dont know what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;
going from twisting sentences in merciliess defense&lt;br /&gt;
to loving without a sense&lt;br /&gt;
and i dont know if theres something to miss&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when all i want now&lt;br /&gt;
is gentle kisses&lt;br /&gt;
when lips follow maps&lt;br /&gt;
to our greatest wishes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but we fall through&lt;br /&gt;
and leave stitches like bitches&lt;br /&gt;
give our hearts away&lt;br /&gt;
to people who wont miss us&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and id tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;
if i believed in it&lt;br /&gt;
we're too scared to love each other&lt;br /&gt;
because that means loving ourselves and giving in&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but we're masochists&lt;br /&gt;
obsessed with showing&lt;br /&gt;
theres hurt inside of it&lt;br /&gt;
inside of bliss&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when you make me feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;
not intentionally&lt;br /&gt;
i know&lt;br /&gt;
but theres no changing it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and i make you feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;
when i hide away&lt;br /&gt;
and wont let you in&lt;br /&gt;
and wont tell you my secret&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
we love eachother&lt;br /&gt;
more than we could ever love ourselves&lt;br /&gt;
and thats scary isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;
so why dont we run away from it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
youre a boy who makes my heart bend&lt;br /&gt;
and youre a boy who can make me cave in&lt;br /&gt;
so i wanna be the girl could fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;
fall asleep in the same bed with&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6517210867175575243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/01/what-else-do-i-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/6517210867175575243?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/6517210867175575243?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/01/what-else-do-i-need.html' title='what else do i need?'/><author><name>regan mae.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594146774118531132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8VN3zJ4pQ/SuvASET9H6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/SwKdU7PG5EM/S220/angel+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEANRX04cSp7ImA9WhNbEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341099668034958034.post-478862839937962340</id><published>2013-01-14T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-14T03:26:34.339-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-01-14T03:26:34.339-08:00</app:edited><title>no, i just wanna hold ya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
i really wanna tell you what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;
instead of holding my breath for the spaces between&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when the words come too easily&lt;br /&gt;
wanna tell you that i love you before i get the chance to speak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
this is not what i wanted to hear&lt;br /&gt;
that i missed out on my chance when you were near&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and that timing has a way of instilling fear&lt;br /&gt;
when butterflies bore homes in people who care&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i just need to know youre really there&lt;br /&gt;
before my mouth gets to really share&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
these things that my heart can attest to&lt;br /&gt;
what my head doesnt wanna confess to&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when my heart beats feel like angel wings&lt;br /&gt;
fluttering in my body, trying to break free&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but im sorry for the things i cant be&lt;br /&gt;
like someone who can love you properly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and that i hold onto these damaging things&lt;br /&gt;
like tan lines replacing golden rings&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
didnt know who your heart could be&lt;br /&gt;
when it goes against what you really need&lt;/div&gt;
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it was all destruction&lt;br /&gt;
fucking with things because they belonged to me&lt;br /&gt;
because hearts are weak&lt;br /&gt;
when we think love means anything&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but it was all a lie&lt;br /&gt;
when we love those who hurt us most&lt;br /&gt;
blinded by our emptiness&lt;br /&gt;
when we should have taken notes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and noticed when we fell in love&lt;br /&gt;
our hearts lose their balance&lt;br /&gt;
then they take advantage&lt;br /&gt;
before we ever had a chance&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the devil mocks your beauty&lt;br /&gt;
as he steals the life from me&lt;br /&gt;
tells me that i mean something&lt;br /&gt;
while my blood is draining&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so im sorry if you thought i meant it&lt;br /&gt;
that you thought i could hold your heart&lt;br /&gt;
when i was only playing with it&lt;br /&gt;
that i was who you fell in love with&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but you fell for it&lt;br /&gt;
for the first girl to give you lip service&lt;br /&gt;
to tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;
the most beautiful things about you are the ones you miss&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and that you thought you could protect me&lt;br /&gt;
not realizing youre the one who needs saving&lt;br /&gt;
thought i could pitch a tent in your heart&lt;br /&gt;
not that i would make it my own personal park&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
didnt realize who your heart could be&lt;br /&gt;
when it goes against what you need&lt;br /&gt;
and it makes you feel like a defenseless baby&lt;br /&gt;
when teenage girls break more than they were ever meant to be&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i guess you didnt deserve it&lt;br /&gt;
being the first guy to ever make me feel worth it&lt;br /&gt;
but what other chance could i get&lt;br /&gt;
when everyone else makes me feel like shit&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5932683368689550561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/01/everyone-changes-but-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/5932683368689550561?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/5932683368689550561?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/01/everyone-changes-but-us.html' title='everyone changes, but us'/><author><name>regan mae.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594146774118531132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8VN3zJ4pQ/SuvASET9H6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/SwKdU7PG5EM/S220/angel+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEIMQXkzcSp7ImA9WhNUF0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341099668034958034.post-4434710416191988095</id><published>2013-01-09T18:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-09T18:56:20.789-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-01-09T18:56:20.789-08:00</app:edited><title>faster than your heart was chased</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
she was right&lt;br /&gt;
im so blinded by my own pretentiousness&lt;br /&gt;
that i didnt recognize it&lt;br /&gt;
when you told me that im missed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but i dont know what caused it&lt;br /&gt;
when i dont love you&lt;br /&gt;
because everything i ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;
was more than this&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
how could you be so arrogant&lt;br /&gt;
to blame the idea that i could never love you&lt;br /&gt;
on bad habits&lt;br /&gt;
but to me it was just a bad dream&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and a worse mistake&lt;br /&gt;
to try to force myself into a relationship that never meant a thing&lt;br /&gt;
and putting you ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;
though you could never do the same thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
insistent&amp;nbsp;that its all in how we're raised&lt;br /&gt;
and there was a defect in genes&lt;br /&gt;
where morals slack in order to mix with&lt;br /&gt;
social means&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but i guess thats the difference between you and me&lt;br /&gt;
you can shake at my doorstep&lt;br /&gt;
while i keep my promise&lt;br /&gt;
and you can say that im missed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i wont deny that feeling i get&lt;br /&gt;
the regret when i see you again&lt;br /&gt;
but id rather move forward&lt;br /&gt;
while you try to make your case&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
claiming that the love was never in the chase&lt;br /&gt;
and that we were meant for eachother&lt;br /&gt;
and that youll win&lt;br /&gt;
as if my heart isnt already bent&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but you still dont recognize what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;
on cold days when sand castles fall&lt;br /&gt;
and take every piece of me with it&lt;br /&gt;
you should know my heart was never in it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i was only faking for your happiness&lt;br /&gt;
but best friends are targets&lt;br /&gt;
and the lies caused all of this&lt;br /&gt;
so, yes, ill take the blame&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but that doesnt mean anything will change&lt;br /&gt;
infact, it reinforces why things should have stayed the same&lt;br /&gt;
i should have never kissed you&lt;br /&gt;
and i wish i never got the chance to miss you&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4434710416191988095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/01/faster-than-your-heart-was-chased.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/4434710416191988095?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/4434710416191988095?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/01/faster-than-your-heart-was-chased.html' title='faster than your heart was chased'/><author><name>regan mae.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594146774118531132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8VN3zJ4pQ/SuvASET9H6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/SwKdU7PG5EM/S220/angel+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0AGRnY8fip7ImA9WhNUFU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341099668034958034.post-3499642172559689315</id><published>2013-01-06T19:35:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-06T19:35:27.876-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-01-06T19:35:27.876-08:00</app:edited><title>is it a crime to say we're broken?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
i still dont know what i did&lt;div&gt;
waiting on you to explain&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
why we needed to take a break&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
but our fights never end&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
we never say what caused it&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
just move on as if it never happened&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
and i used to like it&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
understanding why i had to be&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
punished&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
but right now&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
its killing me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
wondering what you see&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
wondering why youre overlooking me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
and your touches feel so icy&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
causing my insides to bleed&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
do you want to rip my heart out for me?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
cause it feels like your itching&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
to feel something&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
like me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
i fucking hate these things&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
the walls you build up&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
to block me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
its all brick&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
and cold&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
and it reiterates&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
the differences&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
with every new wall i hit&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
and i wonder why i still try&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
sending you love letters&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
to never&amp;nbsp;receive&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
and i wonder what you think&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
when you used to love me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
and we used to be&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3499642172559689315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/01/is-it-crime-to-say-were-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/3499642172559689315?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/3499642172559689315?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/01/is-it-crime-to-say-were-broken.html' title='is it a crime to say we&apos;re broken?'/><author><name>regan mae.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594146774118531132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8VN3zJ4pQ/SuvASET9H6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/SwKdU7PG5EM/S220/angel+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU4BRX0-fCp7ImA9WhNUFEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341099668034958034.post-3178146825801680529</id><published>2013-01-05T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-05T19:45:54.354-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-01-05T19:45:54.354-08:00</app:edited><title>do you realize how fucking long its been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
did you forget?&lt;br /&gt;
when it takes years to put down what i feel&lt;br /&gt;
erasing and rewriting as we spin like a movie reel&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but this shit keeps changing&lt;br /&gt;
and you keep shutting yourself down to me&lt;br /&gt;
so when i open up, hold me up&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and we watch the pieces fall apart&lt;br /&gt;
then make it up&lt;br /&gt;
as if we could restart&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i wanna restart&lt;br /&gt;
didnt realize what importance you hold&lt;br /&gt;
because i refused your heart&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
while you held mine&lt;br /&gt;
wrapped it in white&lt;br /&gt;
like hands that intertwine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i wanna say im sorry tonight&lt;br /&gt;
though i dont know what for&lt;br /&gt;
ill take all the blame 'till we're cured&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and i wanna go back&lt;br /&gt;
back before names were erased&lt;br /&gt;
faster than your heart was chased&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and i wanna tell you i love you&lt;br /&gt;
and not just for your body&lt;br /&gt;
but because im new&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
because you changed my perspective&lt;br /&gt;
and because it feels like ive known you for a hundred months&lt;br /&gt;
not just two&lt;/div&gt;
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when muses leave bruises&lt;br /&gt;
i wanna tell you i love you&lt;br /&gt;
but my head still refuses&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so what am i supposed to feel&lt;br /&gt;
when youre not here?&lt;br /&gt;
am i supposed to be alright?&lt;br /&gt;
or regret the things i hadnt said&lt;br /&gt;
when you were near&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
its usually the things which we apologize for most&lt;br /&gt;
that seemed like not that big of a deal at the time&lt;br /&gt;
like how i said id be alright&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but i was stupid&lt;br /&gt;
and i didnt realize&amp;nbsp;i felt anything&lt;br /&gt;
until your heart took flight&lt;br /&gt;
until you left me speachless&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when i just needed someone&lt;br /&gt;
because you couldnt be there&lt;br /&gt;
i pushed you back&lt;br /&gt;
though i recognize i dont play fair&lt;br /&gt;
you pull at heart strings i believed i had lacked&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
things like your texts goodnight&lt;br /&gt;
and goodmorning&lt;br /&gt;
you never giving my heart a warning&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
before you showed up&lt;br /&gt;
had me all choked up&lt;br /&gt;
thought i couldnt do this&lt;br /&gt;
but now im searching for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;
to bring you back with a wish&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4467735336890308016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/01/things-we-dont-recognize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/4467735336890308016?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/4467735336890308016?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/01/things-we-dont-recognize.html' title='things we dont recognize'/><author><name>regan mae.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594146774118531132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8VN3zJ4pQ/SuvASET9H6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/SwKdU7PG5EM/S220/angel+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEIMRX8ycCp7ImA9WhNUEko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341099668034958034.post-5156932758930939883</id><published>2013-01-03T18:50:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-03T21:16:24.198-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-01-03T21:16:24.198-08:00</app:edited><title>feel nothing. feel empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
and im sorry&lt;br /&gt;
that the fact that&lt;br /&gt;
what we have&lt;br /&gt;
is now what we had&lt;br /&gt;
means nothing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
that it hurts more&lt;br /&gt;
that im empty&lt;br /&gt;
rather than&lt;br /&gt;
that my bed is empty&lt;br /&gt;
my heart is missing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i guess thats the sign&lt;br /&gt;
of contentment&lt;br /&gt;
feeling lost with it&lt;br /&gt;
i dont wanna feel love&lt;br /&gt;
i wanna be in it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
fall asleep in your bed&lt;br /&gt;
not just have sex in it&lt;br /&gt;
but im just a kid&lt;br /&gt;
thats the reason&lt;br /&gt;
isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i cant feel&lt;br /&gt;
what you feel&lt;br /&gt;
cant hold back&lt;br /&gt;
on what i reveal&lt;br /&gt;
obsessed with thinking&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
this could be real&lt;br /&gt;
but we're all liars&lt;br /&gt;
and love hurts&lt;br /&gt;
like getting too close&lt;br /&gt;
to open fires&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and getting higher&lt;br /&gt;
weighing lighter&lt;br /&gt;
eyes that burn brighter&lt;br /&gt;
when boys get drunk&lt;br /&gt;
just to fuel the desire&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and get over the difference&lt;br /&gt;
in ideas&lt;br /&gt;
and heart&lt;br /&gt;
hiding&lt;br /&gt;
because its smart&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
to not admit&lt;br /&gt;
what we feel&lt;br /&gt;
and it hurts&lt;br /&gt;
and it kills&lt;br /&gt;
but its real&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
im sorry i cant feel&lt;br /&gt;
what you cant help but to feel&lt;br /&gt;
you wanna be in love&lt;br /&gt;
while i just have time&lt;br /&gt;
to kill.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5156932758930939883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/01/feel-nothing-feel-empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/5156932758930939883?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/5156932758930939883?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/01/feel-nothing-feel-empty.html' title='feel nothing. feel empty'/><author><name>regan mae.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594146774118531132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8VN3zJ4pQ/SuvASET9H6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/SwKdU7PG5EM/S220/angel+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkcMR3c-fip7ImA9WhNUEU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341099668034958034.post-5174733106337247907</id><published>2013-01-01T20:11:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-01T20:14:46.956-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-01-01T20:14:46.956-08:00</app:edited><title>i think ive loved you better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
she keeps asking&lt;br /&gt;
how i feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;
but the answer is simple&lt;br /&gt;
because i cant&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
because you wont&lt;br /&gt;
because it hurts less&lt;br /&gt;
if i dont&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so i lied&lt;br /&gt;
and it sucks&lt;br /&gt;
holding onto memories&lt;br /&gt;
of love that fucks&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so i wont get caught up in&lt;br /&gt;
chivalry and beauty&lt;br /&gt;
or the spaces between&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
hoping it will take hours&lt;br /&gt;
again before we speak&lt;br /&gt;
before you say something else&lt;br /&gt;
that makes my knees go weak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and i hope it takes a week&lt;br /&gt;
to say the things we need&lt;br /&gt;
so i can pack my bags and leave&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
in time to catch up with traffic&lt;br /&gt;
so i can get lost in a mind&lt;br /&gt;
holding onto before&lt;br /&gt;
when small touches were left at public doors&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and i keep memories that bore&lt;br /&gt;
too hold myself from feeling&lt;br /&gt;
where my heart was tore&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
what mistake have i made?&lt;br /&gt;
giving up perfection&lt;br /&gt;
to feel love that fades&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5174733106337247907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/01/i-think-ive-loved-you-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/5174733106337247907?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3341099668034958034/posts/default/5174733106337247907?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youresuchamadmess.blogspot.com/2013/01/i-think-ive-loved-you-better.html' title='i think ive loved you better'/><author><name>regan mae.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594146774118531132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8VN3zJ4pQ/SuvASET9H6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/SwKdU7PG5EM/S220/angel+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUMNQXY5fCp7ImA9WhNUEEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341099668034958034.post-7490071261136471584</id><published>2012-12-31T20:11:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-31T20:11:30.824-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-12-31T20:11:30.824-08:00</app:edited><title>thats not perfection, thats desperation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
and it sucks&lt;br /&gt;
but the fact of the matter is&lt;br /&gt;
we think the way we hurt ourselves is so different&lt;br /&gt;
but its all the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
our hearts heal like our wrists&lt;br /&gt;
taking too god damn long&lt;br /&gt;
and show exactly what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;
in our fucked up songs&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
then we follow&lt;br /&gt;
our family tree&lt;br /&gt;
addiction to loving things and people&lt;br /&gt;
who fuck us over runs in the genes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and it annoys me&lt;br /&gt;
my attachment to people&amp;nbsp;who it hurts to be&lt;br /&gt;
the desire to feel something&lt;br /&gt;
clouding my judgement&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i fall in love too easily&lt;br /&gt;
so i have to hold myself back&lt;br /&gt;
from feeling something totally normal&lt;br /&gt;
to keep myself from getting hurt&lt;/div&gt;
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Have you ever wondered if this is enough?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You mean us?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No. I mean all of this. All of what we're doing, what we're seeing, who we're being. You know, is it enough?When we meet whoever where ever the imperial kingdom is, will they look at our resume and allow us to go through or will they tilt their head with this sad, confused expression on their faces wondering what we did with all our years? Is this enough to get us a pass through or will we be turned away?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know. Is it enough for you? Do you expect to continue on in this purgatory state of 16? Or do you believe you will do something great? You know we're not stuck in limbo, right? We can do whatever the hell we want.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'd like to. I don't think I can.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait, what do you believe is great? Greatness is not impossible to achieve. Its not relegated to winning a&amp;nbsp;Nobel&amp;nbsp;Peace Prize or curing cancer, you know. Greatness is in the heart and its the little things you do which touches the heart. Like every time you tell someone you love them, you touch their heart. And that's enough, isn't it? Its enough for them, for me, and for the majesty of the imperial kingdom. Is it not enough for you? You're enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't if that's enough though. I mean its nice to think about, but how can it be so simple? How can what I feel mean so much? I've gone through life believing it meant nothing and that I was nothing. Now you're telling me I'm something? Isn't it a little late?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, how much longer are you planning on living?&amp;nbsp;I don't think it'll ever be too late to be told you're meant something. I mean, look at&amp;nbsp;Pablo&amp;nbsp;Picasso, hes a genius; and it sucks that no one realized that while he was alive, but they have now. And that's okay. A lot of stuff sucks, but at some point the stuff starts sucking less and then its all okay. You always do this, so stuck in the future.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, its okay now, but I'm going to remember yesterday when it wasn't. And that hurts. So what am I supposed to do about that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Let it go.&lt;/div&gt;
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pulling at strings&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
to find use in the things&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
i used to die for&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
it used to hurt more&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
the lacking&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
in your words that had no backing&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
and my words which never meant a thing&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
but shadows hide desperate things&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
when we take off our engagement rings&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
and sleep where we're not meant to be&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
it all used to matter&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
back before these hearts were shattered&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
but i used to miss it&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
wonder where we couldve been&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
if we had never ended it&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
but today i was only pissed&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
thinking about everything you did&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
and all i gave in&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
for someone who never meant it&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
when he said he loved me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
only to say it to his ex again&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
yeah, i say fuck it&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
like you fucked my innocence&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
then claimed i lied about my virginity&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
and my being faithful&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
when i was the only one of us&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
but i was a fool&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
not eating hardly anything&lt;br /&gt;
to achieve your disgusting perception&lt;br /&gt;
of beautiful&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;
i didnt know you were something to miss&lt;br /&gt;
but i still feel like i lose&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
its been hours&lt;br /&gt;
but then its been days&lt;br /&gt;
trying to get to the point of replace&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
trying to get to where i can erase&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and its weird&lt;br /&gt;
so different from where i thought id be&lt;br /&gt;
anchoring myself at sea&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
never thought you could make me fall apart&lt;br /&gt;
i miss all of this&lt;br /&gt;
though i dont remember most&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i remember the important parts&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
like peppermints sticks&lt;br /&gt;
and short visits&lt;br /&gt;
wishing i could stay&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but lives are like stars&lt;br /&gt;
the decay&lt;br /&gt;
and my heart breaks away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
every time i hear someone say&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she doesnt really care&lt;br /&gt;
because she wasnt here today.&lt;/div&gt;
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fuck coloring inside the lines&lt;br /&gt;
ive seen&amp;nbsp;beauty&amp;nbsp;that intertwines.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and i hate the way we hide&lt;br /&gt;
behind sleazy doors and closed hotel blinds&lt;br /&gt;
and the way we fake like we dont care&lt;br /&gt;
when you know for damn sure i do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but i like the way my hands still shake around you&lt;br /&gt;
like im cold, but you dont know&lt;br /&gt;
then the butterflies erupt&lt;br /&gt;
when you speak and my thoughts corrupt&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
yeah, i understand&lt;br /&gt;
but for once i wish i didnt&lt;br /&gt;
and i wish i didnt care&lt;br /&gt;
but this just isnt fair&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
waiting on texts&lt;br /&gt;
that show me you care&lt;br /&gt;
just so you can be distant&lt;br /&gt;
when youre right there&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but this is what i get for damning myself&lt;br /&gt;
to love someone before i love myself&lt;br /&gt;
but the idea was just so great&lt;br /&gt;
and the feeling of my heart rate&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but now youre turning into someone i hate&lt;br /&gt;
leading me on to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;
telling me you like me&lt;br /&gt;
then watching me fall apart&lt;/div&gt;
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