Limbo :]

1
That's what i love you for:
your inability to perceive all my hideous flaws.

2
I am suddenly consumed by notalgia
for the little girl who was me,
who loved the fields and believed in god,
who spent winter days home sick from school
reading Nancy Drew and sucking menthol cough drops,
who could keep a secret.

3
All the little tokens and souveniers in this museum of our past
are as love letters to an illterate.

4
He's an alocholic.
That's what alcoholics do.
It's in their job description:
fall apart, and then keep falling apart.

5
And you never loved her
for what she possessed.
You powdered her face
and came on her head-dress.

6
You needn't learn to love
unless youve been taught
to fear and hate.

7
There is something sickeningly attractive
about being in a bad relationship;
you start feeding off the happiness.

8
No matter how hard i strive
for that impossible release,
the scent between his fingers
will always be unmistakable;
A darkness i will never be able to re-create.
No matter how far i get,
he will always bring me back
in my moments of flashing brillance.
He'll bring me back
and he'll tell me over and over
"You shouldnt be here;
You belong with me because
you have absolutely nothing else."

9
Let me begin by saying this:
death is part of life.
Generally, its the shortest part of life,
usually occuring near the end.
However, thisis not necessarily true for rock stars;
sometimes rock stars dont start living until they die.

10
Hapiness i just an illusion
of Fate.
A heavenly sleight of hand
designed to make you believe in
fairy tales.
There is no Happily Ever After.
You'll only find happy endings in books.
Some books.

11
He loved me.
He loved her.
He loved her first.
He loves me now.

I loved him.
I hated her.
I hated him for loving her still.
I loved him for loving me still.

12
All disaster is both natural
and preventable
but imposed force will only
manifest your fears.

13
Have you ever been?
Are you experienced?
Have you ever been to
electric lady land?
Did you drink from the fountain?
Did you bask in her molton core?
Did she call your name and guide you
to her peak?
Did you feel her quake and tremble?
Did you feel the need to restrain her?
Did she unmask her loving fury?
Did she frighten you?
Did you question wat it felt like
to have someone inside of you?
Did you ask her how it felt to be God?

14
I liked being in love.
Its like giving part of yourself away.
Love is forever.
Ya, well, i dont believe that anymore.
Its something that happens to you,
like anything else.
It starts and then...
it stops.

15
Nothing ever happens.
Maybe thats why im here.
I need this dreary dead-end
place of the dead
to teach me not to get my hopes up.
That no matter how excited i get about things,
how focused,
how obsessed,
Ultimately- Nothing Ever Happens.