Like we never knew each other at all

I know that you're an artist, the hardest one to deal with. Everything you conceal is revealed on your canvas. You find all of your ugly meanings in the things I find beautiful. Do you see the fall is coming? You painted me in pastel, colors that don't tell of any boldness. That's the way you'd love to see me: so delicate, so weak, so little purpose. Your eyes are black so cold, they're so imperfect. They see a sleeping world, where waking isn't worth it. How, can you live without your lies?

9.16.2008

Just Fairytales

The tears are falling from my eyes, yeah, this time are falling from my eyes. What the fuck am i saying? Always they fall from my eyes, you never cry, never cry. Why only me? Why? Your birthday is coming. I'd wish be there.
There's no invitation for me, is there?. You don't want me to be there, okay. It's okay. Always' okay. But it will be okay, when you need me and I won't be there, okay? OKAY? NO, IT IS NOT OKAY. NOW YOU SEE? CAN YOU SEE? CANT YOU SEE MY TEARS? TELL ME, 'CAUSE I CAN CRY HARDER IF YOU DON'T SEE, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO.
I am sick of that, sorry. I am in the real world yet and, I see. You didn't mean to offend me. But it hurts, you know? It hurts.