King of your jungle

The night belongs to the poets and the mad men,

And tonight you belong to me.

But the sunshine has died,

And, once again, we're left with nothing.

Call on the sorrows. Call on the woes.

Call on the tomorrow light.

We’ll wait for that moment you change your mind,

Retrace your steps, and find what you've lost.

I am the lion, you are my prey.

My tired legs can't keep up with your changing mind,

It runs too fast.

I always tried to be the cool best friend.

To lie to you, and hide my feelings.

To play keep away from my heart.

I always tried being the one to hold you when you needed my help.

But where were you when I told you I loved you?

It was the time I needed my best friend most,

And I still managed to watch you walk away.

You are the lion, I am your prey.

You feast on my sorrows.

You feast on my woes.

You left me alone in the tomorrow light.

You left me alone to die that night.

Never Pretended to Fly

Can’t forget that time you wore a white scarf. I remember that time you told me you’ve never owned a cape, worn it around, and pretended you could fly. I remember that time I gave you a cape. I remember that time you tried to buy me a 30 dollar shirt. It was purple, I remember. I refused to let you spend that much money on me. I remember how much you hate money. I remember how you always bought dinner. I remember how I always bought tickets to shows. Except that one time you bought the tickets. I remember how much you loved it when I took you to musicals. I remember how great you looked in a tie, and how much you hated wearing one. I remember how you wore them for me. I remember how you took them off, with me, in the car. I remember how you drove everywhere. I remember how you picked me up from the train. I remember how you called me on the train, but hated when others would talk while riding. I remember how I hate phone calls, but love talking to you every night. I remember how you would tuck me in. I remember how you would greet me every morning. I remember how every day had an unmatched glee to it. I remember how sometimes I’d get to talk to you after class, before work. I remember how everyone at your work talked about me. I remember how you used to talk about me. I remember when you used to talk to me. You’d tell me about your day. You’d ask how mine went. You’d listen to anything and everything I’d say to you. Sometimes you’d even remember it. I remember how you forgot we’d been together a month. I remember how you remembered we’d been together two months. I remember how you agreed with me we had been dating four months, but really it was only three. I remember dreaming of dating daty Louis. I remember telling you that story, and I remember you giggling. I remember singling out your giggle from the entire crowd that time you came to see me perform. I remember how you loved to see me perform. I remember how you had me show you my audition pieces. I remember how you picked me up after an audition, and took me to dinner. I remember eating at the pie pizzeria and how you think the candles smell like vagina. I remember Costco. I’m sure you’d like to forget Costco. I remember that time you came to a party with me. I remember that time I got drunk and shoved a kit kat in your face. I remember, now, that you didn’t like it. I remember our first date. I remember how you gave me a kit kat with some pictures of our first date. I remember how I stole you a kit kat for being accepted into the social work program. I remember how you dumped me to focus on social work. I remember thinking that was ok and noble. I remember feeling alone. I remember being cold. I don’t even remember our last kiss. I don’t remember the last time I felt like that. I can’t remember the last time you held my hand, touched my leg or called to tuck me in. I don’t recall ever being your friend. I don’t remember you really making that effort. I don’t remember what it is like to feel like someone cares about me. I can’t remember, because I don’t think I’ve ever experienced that.

wow. you know how i know i'm gay? i just applied a taylor swift song to my life... here is the song: You're on the phone with your girlfriend, She's upset
She's going off about something that you said
She doesnt get your humour like I do

I'm in the room, its a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesnt like
And she'll never know your story like I do

But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find
That what you're lookin for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me
You belong with me

Walkin the streets with you in your worn out jeans
I cant help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on the park bench thinkin to myself
Hey isnt this easy?

And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town
I havent seen it in awhile, since she brought you down
You say you find I know you better than that
Hey, Whatcha doing with a girl like that?

She wears high heels, I wear sneakers
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me

Standin by, waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know that?
You belong with me
You belong with me

Oh I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry
I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams
I think I know where you belong. I think I know it's with me.

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me

Standing by or waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know that
You belong with me
You belong with me

Have you ever thought just maybe

you belong with me.

here is why: because that song can apply to me having a crush on a straight boy. which i do. fuck. i'm gay.

I can't be your prisoner...

not for much longer. what to do to set us free.

mattress on wheels

there we were. sitting, well, laying in a bed in IKEA. just the two of us. he looks at me and asks, "is this what it is like?" i proceeded to inquire what he meant. "is this what it would be like waking up to you every morning?" i was shocked, why would he ask me this? because we're friends, i played it off silly. i told him it would be more sensual, and i bit my lip. i don't remember what he said after that, but i needed to get off that bed, and quick. my heart was pounding. it was exactly what i hoped my trip to IKEA would be like, except, it was a lie. he didn't mean it. and i hate him for it.

it seems that what you want, and what you need doesn't mean a thing, we're just here for the taking.

i don't know what to think. many people fall for me. i don't want to sound conceited, but it happens. at this moment, i can think of at least 5 people. why is it that when i have a crush on someone, it is not reciprocated. this is far from fair. i hate boys.