When I press 'poke' on facebook, I feel like I am standing next to you, poking your arm repeatedly and saying 'hey, hey you. I am still here. You are still a liar and I am still here to see through it. hey, I'm still here for you. Don't suffer alone, I'm right here worrying about you, wanting you to call.'

Its not that I want you to need help, but I know you already do. I want you to admit that you need it, and ask for it. As much as I would like to, I can't just call you up at all hours of the night to check if you happen to be having a dark moment.

And trust me, it is getting hard to stop myself...





/poke

I don’t love you I'm just passing the time, you could love me if I knew how to lie...
But who could love me? I am out of my mind...
Throwing a line out to sea to see if I can catch a dream...