for peyton and brooke

and when we collide again

for i know we will

because, with us,

lightning does strike twice,

let us remember

that

you didn't see me run away

because you had already turned around.

and when we collide again

for i know we will,

i hope we shall remember

the words we have prepared

to say to each other.

and when we collide again

for i know we will,

i hope our hatred

remains unchanged,

for our love certainly has.

and when that day comes

and it's the right time,

how would you do it?

i am a misfit

it's when you finish the puzzle with all the tiny, little pieces fitted together, you will realise that i am that one piece that doesn't really fit anywhere.

making love to the god of war

cheat codes will get you past the door

and passwords will open up hidden objects.

fierce combat will let you kill your enemies

and secret weapons help you conquer the world.

and when it's all over,

all that remains

is a burning hot wish

to do it all over again.

the laws of the land

when someone asks me

about the day that changed my entire life,

now i will know how to reply.

be my witness

when i refuse to listen,

and stubbornly believe in you

and refuse to reason,

be my witness.

when i ask for

the unreasonable

and cry forever

be my witness.

when i lie in your arms

and wake up a different person,

when i shut the door

and lose the key

be my witness.

for when i die,

only you shall remember me.

only you

shall be my witness.

"...pretending that we are both not scared... sitting here and waiting... and pretending.... that's love."

thank you for pretending.

i will do the same for you one day.

everyone's angry. i'm making everyone angry.

why? do you all need someone to be angry at?

ok, go ahead.

i volunteer to be the one.

i am the one.

why is everyone giving up on me?

since when is it ok to surrender? since when is it permitted to doubt? since when is it unacceptable to listen or try to understand?

the difficult part, like always, is not to arrive on that fabled beautiful deserted island, with that fabled someone special. the difficult part is to figure out how to return. because you burnt all those bridges. even those infamous fabled ones.

i can't go forward. i can't return.

i can't leave. and i can't stay.

if i say i've learnt my lesson,

you will only go on to teach me another one.

patience is a virtue. i read that somewhere.

i can pick up socks off the bathroom floor a thousand times. i can stay awake till 4 am for you to come home. i can cook endless plates of food and stock the fridge with countless bottles.

i can write a thousand lines for you and sing hundreds of songs. i can smile at you forever. i can look into your eyes for all eternity. i can sleep peacefully on your shoulder for always. i can stay in your arms and receive your kisses until you tire of them. i can give myself up to you until the sun stops shining.

forgive me please,

for nobody taught me how to be patient.

does the sun shine ?

the last time i saw you, you had angry eyes.

you were angry that the sun never shines when we need it. and that it never rains in the desert. and that after a visit to the beach, there is sand just everywhere.

so i turned the world around for you. now the nights are hotter than day. the cold seeps in through the windows. and the sun shines when you want it to.

now your eyes are calm.

but i know

that calm eyes are followed by stormy hearts.

you can certainly win if you cheat.

but who will you play with

if i'm gone ?

si tu m'oblige de marcher toute seule,

tu seras tout seule si je décide de marcher.

this will really hurt. and i'm jumping anyway.

will you stand by, please?

do you think it's ok

if i stop thinking of you

once in a while?