hold me.

weezer is epic.
i am bizarre.
weezer makes music,
i strum my guitar
weezer is haunting
in all the right ways
i am a stalker
haunting your days
i only can write well when i am in pain
for pain is the beauty
pain is the game
weezer is sadness in joy and in heart
i am the sadness of red paint, black dart
maybe its true that i've gone through a lot
felt love for people who deserved naught
but I close my eyes and only hear you
pelting rich melodies, faceless and new
every-time tears are the kind that i love
listening slowly to angel's above

confidence

I'm not the gray stain on your shirt.
I'm not the girl that makes you hurt.
I'm not the one that cannot cry.
I can look straight in your eye.
I'm stronger every day that's born,
Smarter every day that's worn,
Wiser than I was before,
Not a loser, not a bore.
If you can't see that I am me,
That I'm all that I want to be,
I know my skin and know my tears
I know my hopes, my dreams, my fears,
Than maybe you should leave me be,
Watch me while I walk the streets,
Your quick stare and jealous smirk
Can no longer make me hurt.
Say your words and I will smile,
I am strong, you're in denial.
Take my hand so you can stand,
I have no heart to push you down.
I'm all that I want to be,
I can do and I can see.
Take your hand and I'll caress,
Gently on your soft pink flesh,
Comfort in the form of take,
Confidence is for your sake.

reality

its dark inside,
muffled light sneaks in through glass
i'm smiling to myself as my hand
reaches up and touches,
and snakes through
yours.
your light is cast in a shadow wavering like distant night
and your eyes are closed, but the thought of you
makes me shiver. i trace the outline of your nose and how it drapes the
darkness over your mouth,
ever moving from the fire in its place.
and i know.
i know, this distant cabin,
and the snow on the mountains
the image leaking into the wooden frames
onto the dusty table that just sits there, waiting for the morning,
and your face that brings the feeling of tears painfully behind my nose
will remain here in my mind,
calming me.
for now, i will bank on this, because...
pictures are better than reality
and reality hurts like hell.
i'm sorry,
i'm running away.
but really, to where does one run
when all I can see
is snow,
covering mountains
and tree barks and ferns
falling into the distance that is this world,
and my desire, a blank exhausted
now.
a forever.