pillango

today is the first day i've felt like really smiling in a long time. this week, for the most part has been a happy one. never mind the tremendous amounts of work i have to do, or the lack of time for myself. i am satisfied for now. i have braved this semester, took it by the horns, worked the fuck out of it. i've worked myself out of rather detrimental situations. granted, there is still a lot more work to do. my problems are multiple and they must be addressed. one in particular....

but it will come. it will happen. because something always does.

and i'm letting you, oh wonderous, lovely thief of me, go. you're free. i'm just as much a thief as you are, though you might not be aware of it. with your freedom, i gain a friend, and regain my sanity. it can't be real love if you don't buy it. heart-shaped box, and all.

maybe one day it'll make more sense.


this scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
you tried to reach deep but you never got in
and now you're outside me you see all the beauty
repent all your sins
nothing but time and a face that you'll lose
i chose to feel it but you couldn't choose
i'll write you a postcard i'll send you the news
from the house down the road from real love

live through this and you won't look back

there's one thing i have to say so i'll be brave
you were what i wanted
i gave what i gave
i'm not sorry i met you
i'm not sorry it's over
i'm not sorry there's nothing to save