i could bite my tounge, but its already so bruised

you make me...

can i really start it like that. it's so used and abused. ohwell.

you make me feel.
i can't take it sometimes, the things that you do. you don't know i know,but i figured who doesn't? it's all a mystery of romance. takeing turns to tell who misses who more. words, words and more words. a writer at heart and i can't take anymore words. is that wrong? it's odd for me to explain. always on my mind, like one of those old cliche pop songs. la la laa..
forever and ever, the part i don't get. tooo many words. lets use our bodies to say what we want to say. so tell me, tell me more. over and over again, now that forever and ever i can understand. one more time now, what was that? hey, listen. i just need to know. if this is real. far far away, i know i know. but, simply. is it real? i could go on and on with this. asking and asking, your opinion. i care so much for what you have to say. are you just pretending? look deep down and tell me.. is this real? . . .

it's time to finish this with something real, dontchu think? i figure, that maybe one day. i'm alittle tired of those two words.."one day". i want for those words to be erased, i want to replace them with "right now". doesn't that sound better? i knew it would. trust is a big word. a long time ago, i trusted. no ones the same, i know. but can you really blame me? would you trust you? that's a little odd to ask, but really. ask yourself, maybe it will make more sense. does it? you can't answer, can you? it amazes me, how ridiculously accurate i can be. i hate being right. oh look, more words. more words that im not saying to you. i find it funny how close to sarcastic i am while writing this. now how does that sound?