Headache.

Heartache. 

Tummyache.

I feel a like a factory for 

Aches an Pains.

Ice packs are only for the superficial wounds.

Bedhead. 

Chocolate induced homesickness

Comes in waves, 

High and low tide. 

I do miss you, 

No matter how much I laugh it off. 

How could I not?

Going away only reminds me where my heart lies. 

Bedhead. 

When it rains here 

I can smell the paper mill across the way

Like a gagging familiarity. 

Sickness and Wellness, 

It's all a state of mind. 

Eating fat free yoghurt makes me feel cheated. 

Bedhead. 

My room is never dark here

The streetlight outside keeps it

Lit like an ember. 

I'm glad for it, 

The dark only makes me think 

And thinking gets me scared sometimes.

My mind is a playground, 

You don't go after dark. 

I sleep easy now, 

When I think about 

How this could be. 

I never fail, 

Not once, 

Even my Father says so. 

And for what it's worth, 

I believe him. 

Goodnight bedbugs, no more bites from here on out. 

Bedhead

Not been sleeping much, 

College won't let me. 

Getting the crazies in the worst way. 

Achy and stiff, 

Always worrying.

I'm a mess.

But, somehow you still like me?

I'm amazed by it too. 

Baby I'm bad news. 

Bedhead. 

Life is in circles, 

One track, 

On and On. 

Try to break out, 

I'm trying, 

Are you?

I'm burning up, burning up for you. 

Bedhead. 

Excuse me, just one thing...

I never said I was special, 

I'll be the first to agree I'm not.

I know that I'm a nobody, 

But one day I'll be somebody's somebody.

Talk all you want, 

"Her smile shines like shark teeth"

I've got no comebacks, 

Because I won't come back. 

No need to revisit the useless. 

Here's your exit sign. 

Bedhead. 

It's going to be ok.

You're ok.

I'm ok. 

We're ok.

It'll all be ok in the end.

Ok?

I love you enough to wait until our lives meet up again. 

Bedhead. 

I'm half way in love with you.

Bedhead. 

You can't tell me not to. 

I won't put my life on hold, 

Not for your feelings, 

Nor for anyone else. 

I will always be my own person

And friendship is a two way street

No matter how many roadblocks you put up. 

Hurting you was never apart of the agenda

And I hate that you've made this

About you.

It's not, 

You're my friend,

He's my chance.

And I'm sick of not taking them. 

The only person you care about in this equation

Is yourself, 

And that is selfish.

I can't forgive you for that.

Don't even ask.

You hurt me first.

Bedhead.

Raise your hand if you read this.

Raise your hand if you care. 

Raise your hand if you know what's in my head.

Raise your hand if you don't give a shit.

Raise your hand if you think I'm an asshole.

And raise your hand if you feel just a little close to me. 

No audience is still and audience. 

Bedhead. 

Scratches on my hands 

Mark the places I've been

Like ticks on a map. 

Funny, how many were accidents, 

And how many were on purpose?

 The trials of the art student. 

Bedhead.  

Whore. 

Pervert.

Jerk Off. 

Slut. 

Two-Faced.

We sure know how to pack the punches, 

One after another. 

But we care, 

I swear. 

He means the world to us, 

But excuse us, 

We have to run him into the ground first. 

Big mouthes and small brains, 

What an epidemic. 

Dagger eyes and lightening tongues. 

Monsters of today, 

That's what we are. 

We've fallen far, 

And we've trapped him down here with us. 

Go buy him some make up

To cover up the bruises and scars we've left. 

But makeup doesn't cover the pain, 

We're a pain. 

We've made our Golden Boy 

Into a copper piss pot. 

But we care, 

I swear.

We do such bad things. 

At the end of the day

I'm still there

With tissues and "I'm sorries"

Will it make it better?

No. 

Will it make me better?

No.

♥ Hearts for the hearts we hurt. 

Bedhead. 

Don't worry, 

I still miss you. 

You were never one to be forgotten so easily. 

Just one day maybe this missing

Won't hurt this much. 

Here's to seeing you again.

Bedhead.

Time to head out again, 

Off to continue what I've already started.

There's a feeling of dread, 

But let's not forget the excitement too. 

All these feelings....

Pack them up too,

And let's go for a ride.

Back to school.

Bedhead. 

He didn't even look at me last night, 

Just walked on by.

Like we were strangers, 

Like I was never in love with him. 

I wish I could say that he wasn't still handsome as ever,

But he is.

In 2008 my heart was his alone, 

This year I'm taking it back. 

I'm through with the circular thoughts

Of how it'd be f I was still his. 

It wasn't fair.

But what ever is?

I don't want to hand my heart over again.

But it is inevitable. 

Just next time, 

Handle with care.

To the year of better days.

Bedhead.