A Question of WorthA Question of Worthblank/free11-8-125 stanzasi'm begging myself to give up.i'm begging you to pretend.the wash of days, the pain ofyour eyes, is poisonous.i am furious. i want to loathe you.i am heartbroken. i only want love.the burden of these emotionsseems to be rotting me away.i wish i could have saved myself.i wish i would have ignored it:the cascading volume of yourvoice: like a stereo in my memory.i've been running in place, my love,and you've begun to resemble a curserather than a sweet opportunity.please, someone end this hurt.hatred begins to plague me.if i can't love you, anger will helpto cleanse your rubble from my heart.you're not worth it. you're not worth it.
Happy RebirthdayHappy Rebirthdayblank/free11-7-127 stanzasyou said no.i finally stood upfrom the shadows,and you said no.we were on the eveof a glorious morn.now our morningis my mourning.my hands shookand my gaze avertedfrom the deep poolsof your sacred eyes.and as you madeno move to stop,i followed you to thedoor. it closed on me.the answers aren't real.you haven't given me allof what i wanted yet.i demand a better ending.i am so tired of the dragand drop of the sunthrough the days i waitfor you to come around."another mo(u)rning.happy rebirthday.oh yeah. oh yeah."fade. a new song begins.
Classics of the UnrequitedClassics of the Unrequitedblank/free11-7-127 stanzasunreachable one of my tortured heart,don't mock me with your glances.when our eyes meet, there is only lesshope in my head left for us.i've come to see that behind my planning,behind the "maybe" and the "tomorrow",i am deathly afraid of you. so please,come to me only with affection.this is my second winter of hunting.you are gorgeous, my prey. you are wild.and through the ivory, clouded winds,my hands tremble only to hold you.it's too cliché, isn't it? perfect in flaw.you're the football player with your packof ravenous little minions: friends,and i am alone.and so i wait. and i watch. and i wait.the days filter through the hallway windowsand rest their heads on the pains panes.my cold, dry patience fades to hopelessness.deep beneath it all, i know it won't end well.i know you're going to tear my heartand leave me forever unrequited.i know that one day i will despise you.do you even care?why is it t