For a friend. We have all been that girl before and probably will be again. Just don't give up before you have a chance to experience it. It's life. It sucks. Feel it all. It's all a story. :)

We are the ones who stay up so many nights, studying the backs of our hands.
We search for something we may have missed, we try to understand.
We are the ones who pull out our hair, throw pictures down the hall.
We are the ones with no warning, no preparation, not a single clue, none at all.
We are the ones who stand in front of the mirror and pick ourselves apart.
We are the ones, who are fragile,

We are girls with broken hearts.

We walk among you, everyday, you hardly know we're there.
We smile and wave and go about our day, while inside we are hollow and bare.
It isn't that we want attention or need you to sympathize,
It's just that we are sick of ourselves and embarrassed of our lives.
How could we let this happen? How did we let someone so close?
How is it even possible to be alive but live as a ghost?
When did we become so pathetic? We know this isn't us.
We shield ourselves with walls we've built because we are afraid to trust.

We are the girls with broken hearts.
We hide behind smiles and laughs.
We have seen storms and the darkest of days.
But we know, this too shall pass.

Hmm.

-I had trouble finishing this one, but now that I look at it, the relationship it's about wasn't worth finishing either. :)

Sometimes when I'm alone, my thoughts come flying at me with such velocity that I find myself teetering on the edge of what's wrong, and what's right for me.
Filling my lungs with smoke and thinking of your tongue and how it spoke to someone who was better than me.
Your hands sliding down her spine, and how just days before they were interlocked with mine.
How could you waste our time with line, after line, after line, after line?
And when I leave you want me back and here I am every time.
Once you've had your fun and you realize she's not the one, you call me with some bull shit about how you're done.
You've changed your ways
And want to spend your days
with me.
In your bed,
Messing around with my body and my head.

Twang.

-This was written about the same guy I always write about. I tried to write about him a million times, but it all came out way too sappy. This is written in a gritty, old, country kind of way... Which is silly, and stupid, and making light of a hard situation. Which was way more our style. :) So read this in a southern accent, the more exaggerated the better, and feel free to laugh at some serious shit.


Come on in, gather round, and I'll tell you the story bout when I left town.
Me and Mady, that was my best friend, had the house to ourselves and a whole weeked
To do what we want and drink what we please,
only problem was, we only had a buck o three.
So Mady called her dude, who said he had a pal
Who had a case of beer and a pack of pal mals.
But he said he wouldn't show if there weren't no girls
we didn't know any but we gave it a whirl.
We called every gal we'd ever known, said "party at our place!"
And wouldn't you know,
A bunch of painted up skanks and a couple dumb hos
rolled up to the house with some wine and cigarettes
short mini skirts and black fishnets.
It wasn't long before the boys walked in,
and how I wish I knew now, what I didn't know then.
He was at least six three and about a buck ten
With skull tattoos and a wicked grin.
He walked right in and gave me a beer,
Said, "My name's Nathan and I'm new around here."
I looked around at the pretty dumb girls,
spillin thier drinks and twisting their curls.
Thought there's no way he's gonna want me,
short, and fat, and chuggin on whiskey.
But boy was I wrong, dead wrong in fact,
because later that night, I was on my back.
Get your head out the gutter, I aint no floozy.
But I did lay in the grass and let him kiss me.
And let me tell you, what a mistake that was
because before I knew it,
we were in love.
Like I loved him, and he loved me
and we both had a likin for gettin high and gypsies.
So we put our interests to work and packed a bag
set our sights for California and our drug dealers pad.
We started walkin and I stuck out a thumb
and it wasn't long before we were long gone.
Sleepin in parks, buildin fires on the beach, smokin dope, and livin free.
He told me stories of where we'd go
about Las Angelos and San Francisco.
It was in a doorway, a quarter past three,
cuddeled up on the Haight and Ashbury concrete,
when he looked in my eyes and said the words
that would completely change my universe.
Said, "I love you girl, more than you know." and I knew that wherever he went, I was gonna follow.
Sometime later, we made it up north to his grandmas pad in a trailor park.
It was Christmas time, and his mama hated me
So she bought me a ticket for a train headed out at three.
I kissed Nathan goodbye, and he promised me,
That no distance could hold him and he'd be back for me.
He said he'd be back by the first, to be my new years kiss.
But what year he meant must have been the part I missed.
I watched the seasons roll by, without so much as a call to say, "Hi."
It would be two years 'for I saw him again,
Just as beautiful and strung out on Heroin.
He said he wouldn't leave, and if he did,
I wouldn't have to worry unless his guitar went with him.
I tried to save him, I helped him fight, but after eight days he left in the night.
I checked the room, and he was gone,
He took his guitar but left me this song.
So to all you girls who think love conquers all? Don't fall for a boy who smokes Pal Mals.

Alice.

I took a walk to clear my head and it suddenly starts raining.
"Of course!" I say, a little too loud and a woman hears me complaining.
She has ghost whit hair, leather skin, and a cigarette in her hand.
She says, "Tell me your troubles, sweet heart, and I'll try to understand."
I shelter myself under the cover of her interest in me and instantly forget the rain.
Then I pour out all my misery, thoughts, and my pain.
All the boys that broke my heart, the girls I wish I was, how all I ever wanted, really, was an ounce of my mothers love.
The woman listened quietly, just puff, puff, puffing away, and when I finally stopped for breath,
This is what she had to say:
"You're problem is, girly, you need a man not a boy; A strong and able lover who won't treat you like a toy.
And those girls aint got nothin, that you yourself don't have.
Except those cruel and little boys, and for that you should be glad.
So next time you see a guy, that's put you through sadness,
wink at the girl he's with and thank her for sparing you that mess."
With that the old woman smiled, and stared up at the rain.
She said, "Me and my mama never got along either but I'd give my new hip to see her again."
I thought for a minute and felt a little dumb for being so naive.
The woman must have sensed my strife and left this with me:
"Little lady, we all have had our share of pain, but the last thing you should ever do is blame it on the rain."