Breathe, close your eyes and dance.

Hit the lights, cue the music. The club is filled both with strangers and familiar faces. The smiles she knows are enough to go in. Lights of blue, red, green, purple and yellow flash throughout. Now, fix that red lipstick of yours. Make sure it's nice and glossy. Get that hair outta your face... It's all we need, all we ever needed; this music. Feel it. Do you feel it? I do, giving me chills, moving me from my feet to the tip of my head. Now sway. Go slow, from side to side. These people are here for the same reason you and I are: To forget. We know that outside this club there is a grimy world, and we aren't stars. But tonight we are, we all are. Forget about what is outside those doors. No tears are welcome here, no bad memories. For a few hours, nothing else exists... Remember that. The night is ours, so let's take it. Now honey, breathe, close your eyes and dance.

I Killed Geenah

I killed Geenah last night
Because it had to be done,
because she cried too much every night
and wouldn't let me sleep.
I killed her because she never did anything right.
She was clumsy with her words and
on her own two feet.
I killed her because I knew she wouldn't be missed.
I killed Geenah last night.
I hid her under my bed.
I pulled her apart and ripped her to shreds.
And as blood spewed from her mouth;
I knew it had to be done.
I killed the vacancy in her eyes.
I killed that ugly reflection of hers.
I killed all of her mistakes.
I killed the falseness in her smile.
I killed Geenah and all her lies.
I killed her, with my own two hands.
And I'd do it again if I had the chance.

It's the nice ones...

As far as I can remember, I always tried to be one of the "nice" girls. Smile, be polite and try to stay out of trouble and cause it for someone else. The thing about nice girls is that we always get taken advantage of. That's not nice. But that's pretty much what happens; get stepped on, walked over, passed over...

One learns and moves on. Keeps trying to be nice. Isn't that we're always taught, to be nice?

There comes a point, however, where the "niceness" disappears and in comes the bitch. Now this girl knows what she wants and best of all; how to get it! The world is in her hand and controls everyone with her fingertips. She's feared and wanted.

I've become one. I avoid closeness to people to divert my self from any feeling and pain. It's funny now thinking about how I used to be. But, I like myself now.

The boyfriends of the nice girls can't get enough of me. They call me, they want me. The downside is that they don't love me. But, it's the nice ones that always suffer.

One more

Give me one more chance
to bend over backwards,
stretch, crawl and dance around
your indecisions and confusion
Watch me move forward
Still, you see me standing
only in one place
All I ask is to see my face
See the look in my eyes
And trust that I want us
I will never again lie
Give me once more try
to become to one you want
The one that makes you smile
Know that I'm there to hold your hand

Twists and turns

Every mistake, every wrong turn
pushed you farther away from me
Now every road that narrows down
led me straight to you again, finally

I can see you, standing at the end
So close, I can almost get you now
I just can't seem to know when
I just can't seem to know how

I don't want to keep getting lost
No, I don't want to keep losing you

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Life is funny. I wish I could give you the details, but I've ruined so much with my words... or lack thereof. I am, however, excited to have someone back in my life, even if not entirely. But for the time being, I'm stupidly happy.

That is all.

Smile people...

Title Unrelated

It's weird thinking about a person so much and know that that person is probably not thinking about you at all.

It's weird having that person haunt your dreams every night and that even by just closing your eyes you can see that person.

It's weird when every little thing reminds you of that person. And that every single song seems to be about that person.

It's weird how hearing that person's name can make your heart feel like it's about to burst out of your chest.

What's even weirder is knowing you will never have that person.

Maybe because you think you're just not good enough for that. Or you lack the courage to say these things to that person. Or simply it could just be because that person doesn't care how much you would give for, well, said person.

Isn't it all just so fucking weird how you can spend all your time loving someone that will never ever love you back?

There's nothing that can bring back that time. Not for you or I. There's not enough hope that can make up for it either, or justify it.

But still, oddly enough, some of us will continue to waste time around that person. Even if that person already has another life, with time well spent, and it isn't anywhere near you.

Some of us will still lose sleep over that person.
Some of us will still associate every song with that person.
Of course, some of us will waste every second thing about that damn person.

And that, my friend, is weird. But more importantly, that's life.