Red Notes

There are times that I try my hardest not to think about you. And this is not it.

How do you say "leave me love bites," when it's not love at all?

I play by the rules even if I know it's the game that's playing me.

I want to map out every detail of your body, so I can live with the memory when I can't make new ones.

Funny how you can't handle the firecracker in me when all you wanted from the beginning was to burn.

My reasons for wanting you and the reasons not to love you are one and the same.

The number of hopeless romantic bone in my body is directly proportionate to the slaps of reality I have to endure whenever I remember this won't ever have a happy ending.