&and there you go;;
getting the best of me ||again||

I hurt a little when you're around;
hurt a little when you're away.
||Now I have to make up my mind||
which breaks my heart more?

&& he sings songs to me about my eyes;;
You used to say I was a beautiful
||waste of time||

{from my poem "Good Boy"}

Sometimes,
||words||
[[hurt]]
((worse))
{{than}}
_HANDS_

&and I already know that, someday,
every icon every teenage girl has
will be written (a b o u t u s)

&& this song can rip me to shreds,
tear a whole in me the size of a watermelon,
break me down into a pile of dust
because I KNOW when you hear this song,
you don't even think of me.

I just decided that I don't care what anyone thinks.
I don't care if you don't love me back.
Somewhere along the line, something GOOD has to come out of this,
and I'll be DAMNED if it isn't a relationship.

Every time I think of
your name,
your face,
your smell,
your taste ::
I stop breathing.

&& I'm begging you to be the one thing in this world;;
that can take my breath away.

It hurts seeing him walk through the halls;
hold hands with her in front of his friends;
kiss her at his locker;
but you've got to look on the bright side, girl.
He's going to break her heart, too.