Gaylien-Sparkles

"I wish we could build two islands out of salt. That way you could go your way and could go mine and our paths would never cross again." She tears the note into pieces and buries her face in the notepad. "Why is it so hard to say 'Goodbye'?" "'cause I had you at 'Hello'." He drapes his jacket over her chair. She does not look at him. She doesn't want to lose her stable footing in his dreamy, wavering gaze. It's a wandering gaze, she can tell that by the perfume on his lips. Instead she chooses to finish the note and hand it to him wordlessly. "And build a magma trench between the islands guarded by crocodiles that shoot bees from their

My soul. Black as a thousand words of sorrow. Tortured beyond the hope that joy or laughter will ever touch it's abyss. Suffocating dry and bleeding without wounds. Why? Because you broke my glass heart into a thousand fragile pieces. Because I gave you my all and you gave me nothing. Less than nothing, my tender affections were ignored by your need to satisfy your own self-esteem. No more. I have Dashboard Confessional to comfort me now.