Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light
of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon
I would dial the numbers
Just to listen to your breath
I would stand inside my hell
And hold the hand of death
You don't know how far I'd go
To ease this precious ache
You don't know how much I'd give
Or how much I can take
Just to reach you
Just to reach you
Just to reach you
Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light
of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon
Keeping my eyes open
I cannot afford to sleep
Giving away promises
I know that I can't keep
Nothing fills the blackness
That has seeped into my chest
I need you in my blood
I am forsaking all the rest
Just to reach you
Just to reach you
Oh to reach you
Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light
of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon
I don't care what they think
I don't care what they say
What do they know about this
love anyway
Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light
of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon
i guess tonight you'll keep me between the sheets
this secret just between you and me
oh, your lips are my favorite resting place
please just don't tell me you dont need space
and you can't trust me
just to not hold your hand
oh and i'm not letting go until you see
eyes closed, toes deep in the sand
this knife isnt enough to stab me in the back
so spin me around, bring me to my knees
if its sense of feel that you lack
well then maybe i'm sorry
maybe can only take you so far
and baby,we could go to the moon
except there's nothing in the sky but burning stars
and the stars burn out too soon
oh, but we wont be burning out
i just can't let you down
so i guess if you knew what this was all about
you might keep me around
so please just take your hand in mine
give me what i asked for
just one last time
i swear i won't come back for more
its not fair to keep me under chains
while you're out building skyscrapers
falling in your name
yeah she just might be everything you wanted.
I'm writing postcards from a ghost town
And addressing them to your heart
You've been down, but never out
And you're my mind when I can't seem to think
But never on the brink of destriction
I've never thought of much more than him
Don't tell me things don't seem right
Because you've always been the first in my mind
Please don't call me second best
I'm not sure I can handle it
Just tell me that things will be okay
It's always better off that way
Or you could lie to me, so at least you'd know what to say
Dear you-
I have been in love with you for 17 months and 2 days. Since the day before your 16th birthday. After over a year of getting it wrong, we finally got it right. For once, we got it right. And every night I fell asleep with you, and some mornings I even woke up to you. Between all of our inside jokes and fights and everything that we've been through, I honestly thought we had it. I was so excited because you ewre getting better. We were supposed to have that house on the beach and those two kids. And when I got mad at you and made you sleep on the couch, I'd go lay on the couch with you. And we'd wake up on the floor because the couch isn't big enough for both of us. And I'm okay with that. But once we finally got it right, something went wrong.
No matter how much we're right for eachother, it doesn't matter to you. What matters is that you didn't want to have feelings for me. So you are denying absolutely everything so that maybe, just maybe, they'll go away. Well i'm sorry. I don't care how much you don't want it, if you truely had feelings for me in the first place, they wouldn't go away over night. I don't want you to get better anymore, because when you started getting better, you started hating me. You started ignoring me and not believing me. You don't trust me and you tell me things like "i'll see you in hell" "i can't stand you" and "you ask too many questions." Well everyone has quirks. One of mine is asking, because if you never ask then you'll never know.
I'm sorry I have to be the way that I am. But it is the way that I am and I thought you said you loved the way I am. Just last night you told me you loved my voice. And now today you don't have feelings for me. You are tearing me up. You are tearing every part of me into tiny little pieces and they're slipping so far away from me, i'm not going to be able to get them back. And it doesn't matter who I meet 20 years from now and IF I even get married, because it's never going to seem right. It's never going to seem like the right person.
Well, this is how much I love you. i'm going to wait for you forever. I'm going to sit here, and i'm going to wait for you. I'm not sure if love exists, but if it does, I know you'll come back to me. And that's how i'll know if it really does exist or not. You honestly mean everything to me and I think you know that. You just don't want me to. You don't want me to be in love with you and you don't want to love me back. I'm not sure if this is for my own good, or for your own purposes. So i'm sorry. I'm sorry everything had to turn out this way.
I'm sorry that it seems i've failed at everything.
Love always,
Megan
Those inside jokes
and the things we know
were the furthest thing from my mind.
But you let one slip,
and I forget and smile.
But I shouldn't,
'cause I hate you,
and I hope this irritates you.
As much as it does to me,
for even thinking that I don't want you.
it's strange.
where were you when we started this game?
i wish the real world, would just stop hasslin' me.
please don't change.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
- Robert Frost
You're probably right...I'm sure I don't have any idea what you're going through. How hard it is to let someone go. How painful it must be to know that as right as you two are for each other, it doesn't mean you're right for each other right now. I wouldn't know a thing about that. About how it makes you want to scream, or hit someone...or cry.