Why does this hurt so much? Why can't I get this kid out of my head. He shouldn't mean anything to me...But he does... I shouldnt want to be with him but I do... I shouldnt think about him all the time...But I do... I shouldnt have let him use me...But I did... Why doesn't he feel the same way, why doesnt he long for me Like I long for him... Its fucked up...But still I pretend to go on, as if nothing is wrong, with that same old happy smile on my face like I couldnt give a damn....But I do... If I gave you pretty enough words, could you paint a picture of us that works... ========================================================================================== You met him standing in front of traffic - or, to your dismay, the lack thereof - at three a.m. It was pouring and your world was grey. His eyes were made of stars, and he said, "How can you be so sad when the world is so beautiful?" You looked up at him with your heart pouring through your eyes, and you answered, "Where is it that you can find beauty in a place like this?" And he looked at the sky, and he looked in your eyes, and he said, "Beauty is relative. There is beauty in pain, and in love, and in sadness, and in death. There is beauty in you, and there is beauty in right now. I like to think that every moment is a work of art. It just takes a little bit of searching to separate the mess and find the beauty in it all."