used time, with a broken clock.

you are the most beautiful kind of let down.
looking so good from the outside, as you tear up my insides and no one knows because I'm holding it together with the prettiest kind of stitches, the ones you can't see.

I can love you through all your faults, for all of the good I know lies within those deep brown eyes.
all the times you haven't been there for me, and all the times you have.
when I had your back, and for my own sanity I should of just walked away like you said everyone else does. {but I never quite managed to make the turn around the bend before you called my name, saying just what I need to hear.}
sometimes, I just want to know why you have the ability to turn these bones to dust and give this heart hope. Because sweetheart, hope kills. Guns kill you quick, but hope lets you drown in the idea that one day I'll mean something more and you won't tell me about the newest girl you've fallen for, while I wait in the background..your good friend. hope kills me when I let you in again, when I know better. but that's the idea isn't it? you love the ones who break you most. they make you stronger, and baby, I guess your right, because as I build these walls again, I'm finding strength to realize you can't be the only one to blame in this b-rate romance of lies and made up reasons to stay.


miscommunication: I've always wanted you cinderella man. I just hoped one day you'd want me the same way too.

I can love you through all your faults, through all the times you haven't been there when I need you. but darling, I just can't love the fact that you don't love me.