when you talk to me you look at me and you listen, you ask me questions and you don't ignore my answers anymore, you aren't rude to me anymore and you don't insult me anymore and if you do, i know you're joking. i can see you trying, and i'm really happy about that.

i've missed your voice.

"i miss you. i love you, and i hope you're happy."

i can't ask you to stay purely for my sanity. you need to be happy, even if i'm not.

"i'm going to be honest, i want you to say 'i love you.'" when i read the first sentence, all i said to myself was 'i just can't.' but then you said. "i bitched school today because i was angry and i wanted to be alone because i needed to think. i don't know what i'm going to do next year, i'm thinking about going to CIT or just try to find a job. i really don't want to go to school anymore. unless i go back to boarding school."

i'm free, wandering, lost and ready.

i shouldn't have told you that, because now i feel like you think there's a chance of something happening when there really isn't and i know if i tell you that then it's going to ruin what's been happening these past few days, which i've really missed. this is going to sound really bad but, you had me, and you pushed me away and you hurt me all the time and you made me feel stupid and, well, you had me. and honestly, i'm not going to go through that again. i'm not going to let another guy treat me like that again. i like that i feel free, i like knowing that i can kiss anyone i want, i like that i don't have to feel bad because he actually appreciates me, i like how my relationships with my friends and new people are. i'm sorry, but you ruined every ounce of hope i ever had for anything, and it could never be the same.

it's three a.m, i'm outside your window. jump the fence, your dad will never know. i fell in love with you in my passenger seat. then you took control of the radio and turned up all the songs i know. i'm risking everything, and that's alright with me. roll down the window, we'll never get caught. baby, no one will know. just sweep me off my feet again. my new addiction: i'll be waiting. i've been addicted to this story of a boy who can help this girl meet world, and sweep me off my feet again. back seat down, fog on the windows. the sun came up about an hour ago and i kissed your head like i always did.