telephone.

this feeling.

and by fuck love... i mean, i am totally one hundred percent in love.

bright eyes.

it's not your fault, you've been good to me.

twenty-five years in the city.

going back is so bittersweet. your words are just as charming and robotic and the feelings i get from them are just so reminiscent of those butterflies from first love. oh, and you love me now. every inch of my body aches for you at any given moment of the day. you come and you go as you please and leave me here with someone, everyone, who can't measure up. its those things you do to me, that way you stare at me, its you. it always has been.

fuck love.

there is nothing that appeals to me about romance.
i won't ever entertain that idea.
romance is life's greatest illusion.