the imperfect perfectionist

*me *
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic

"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock: smiles: hugs and kisses: soccer: chocolates: Nike: teddy bears: touch rugby: babies: rock-climbing and bouldering: soft and pantene-smelling hair: my well-worn Levi's: Adidas: white, blue: short nice hair: Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:

"Nay"
veggies: swallowing pills: high heels: skirts: not knowing what to do: mess:

*wishlist *

a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room

Friday, March 31, 2006

Tangled up,
a knot of emotions
desperate for release.

And the more we talked,
the more we faded,
the more confused i became.

You loved me. You hated me.
You loved her first.
You loved me then.

I love you. I hated her.
I hated you for loving her.
I loved you for loving her still.

You wanted me. You needed me.
You needed more to go to her, let her
know you love her still.

I want you. I need you.
I wanted you to forget her, needed
more to let you tell her you love her.

When you left without a care, some masochistic part of me
agreed.

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<~ perfected ~>
@ |1:42 PM|

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