who needs love when all the hate is here?

people don't change but have two faces.
i see a new one everday
i'm a hometown hero made villian.
made infamous with words behind my back
i'm a dead shot, but always off.
you're a sure bet, but i'm a loss.
to the love that never made it past pen or keyboard,
to the hearts that are made stone and carved in to you.
to kids like us,
to liars and fakes.
to trainwreck romances and desperate last chances.
to wearing hearts on your sleeves like a fashion statement.
to the times that you almost gave up
but the pen had saved a life.
to every boy that ever felt like this.


love,

my chest was beating, the last time i checked...

updating from the phone again, watching talk shows.
just thinking about being okay makes it okay , if only for a little while.
build a bridge and burn it.
don't worry kid, you've earned it.
you don't look a day over headaches and "i dont cares."

truefuckinglove. if only to someone in particular

sixteen forever (til we turn seventeen)

i've been on my own so long, it's the only thing i do know how to do.
guess i'll just throw you into the ditch of my mind, throw some dirt on your chest.
try to bury you from my memory. not like we had any to start.
i'm a last chance, the last stop.
you never gave me the time
he loves pushing you down
you get back up again
one of these days he'll hit a homer.
i'm a golden boy with plastic plating.
give.me.a.chance.


love,

Multimedia message (from yours truly)

it's always the nights that you don't miss, i'm the prince of feeling like this.







just crowned king.

we're bad habits with good reputations

no one will ever read this.

and that's ok.



sometime this home isn't a home. sometimes you're not you and i'm not me. alcohol does it for you, it's anyones guess what's in it for me.
i'm around to see you smile, and i hate to see you leave.
but the things i've felt a beating heart wouldn't believe.
you don't exactly have a name or face, you could be anyone.
but you're not.
you're an accident in my head, and it looks like a 50 car pile up.
the more eyeliner you put on is just that much more he can make run off.
call it teenage hormones, call it what you wish.
please, call it something.
i'm a ship, and with every word you say i get a sinking feeling.
i don't have the heart nor guts to tell you how i feel.
my insides are hollow, but you know how that goes.

i'll be your summer song and you can be my weak knees.

love,