blame it on the times

When you look at the stars what do you see?
I see you, I see a classic flashback of all the things that we have shared. I see the way you hold yourself against me when it's cold outside. I see the way you look at me after I kissed you for the first time and you knew I meant it when I told you I loved you. I see the way you hold my hand and all the butterflies never seem to go away. I see the first time I had set eyes on you in over a month and my heart jumped. I see how much I miss you when I can't see you everyday. I see how jealous I become when you mention "him".
The stars shine so bright for you. Just so I can remember. Just so I can keep you close to my heart. Keep you in my pocket and wear the rest of me on my sleeve. There is somethng different about you that I can't just go and replace. Something that means more than the rest. I tried to run, for your sake, and I ran right back into your arms. I am Jack's mended heart.






I am so scared these days... no, not scared...horrified... Scared that there is someone with a cleaner plate than me. How can I convince you when i wear such tattered clothes? He's so clean, so pressed, flawless to a perfection... I am playing it safe, better not to talk about it and bring up my insecurities, my jealousy. My stomache hurts everytime you say ya'll kissed. My head throbs when I hear he was in your bed. How can I react to that? Honestly.... I want to beat the everliving out of him... no matter what else is said. But i wont...cant... its not my place, and will never be...





I love you... end