wallflower, brick, and colorblind

Sometimes crying is the perfect release. 

And sometimes being the shoulder hurts just as bad as being the tears.

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sometimes you go to a party, and only want to sit in the corner

and wish you felt like being in teh middle.

you sit next to somebody, and have nothing to say

and wish you could not feel so fake

so sometimes i dont fit in

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somebody gets kissed on the cheek, a peck on the lips,

and i cant help it but feel happy for them

I didn’t even ask who it was. it didn’t matter.

but yet i’m somehow jelous,

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I want to be kissed on the cheek, pecked on the lips.

There is something so pure about it.

it takes you away from the harsh partied out reality.

Sometimes i want that simple affection.

simple love

pure love.

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do away with bull shit,

do away with the games

do away with the sexual fantasy.

Sometimes all i want is a simple kiss.

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old flames who never knew it still can burn you once and a while.

i say i’ve gone on in my life,

that i wont that that one affect me anymore

yet sometimes i sit there,

in the corner at the party

and wonder, “what if?”

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i smell like smoke

i smell like pot

i smell like liquor

and i didn’t have any of the above.

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why am i here.

what am i supposed to be doing.

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some people’s life suck

so many bad things have happened to them

and nothing has happened to me

sometimes nothing is worse than something

sometimes the lack of life hurts too.

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i am supposed to love theatre

thats what i’m supposed to do with my life,

right?

and yet sometimes i just don’t really care about it anymore.

with the bullshit, the politics, the forced art,

i dont like it some days.

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d.