This is for the girls

To every girl that is scared to put her heart out there again, because she has been hurt too many times or so badly. To every girl that has been cheated on, because she's not a slut who gives it up to any guy. To every girl that dresses cute, not skanky. To every girl who wants to be called beautiful, not hot. To every girl that will spend her whole day looking for the perfect present for you. To every girl who gets her heart broken, because he chose that bitch instead. To every girl that would give anything to have a decent boyfriend. To every girl who would just once like to be treated like a princess. To every girl that cries at night because of another heartbreak. To every girl that just wants to hold hands. To every girl that kisses him with meaning. To every girl who just wishes he cared more.

To every girl who just wants him to call. To every girl who lies awake at night thinking about him. To every girl that just wants to cuddle. To every girl that just wants to sleep with him without having sex. To every girl who shows how much she cares and gets nothing back. To every girl that thought "maybe this one could be the one." To every girl that laughs at stupid stuff when she actually doesn't think it is funny. To every girl who is just looking for that one and only and is having a rough time along the way. To every girl that doesn't want a guy who just plays with her emotions but actually cares about how she feels.

To every girl who wants words backed up with actions. To every girl that fell for all the lies only to find themselves alone in the end. To every girl that gave her heart away only to have it shoved back in her face. To every girl that has faith that "tomorrow will be a better day."
And it will be.

Here's to all those girls who used to be his number one. The ones who waited all night for him to call, only to check the caller ID the next morning and be disappointed. The ones who made it through that bitter break up, dried your own tears, and moved on with your life, only to have him walk back in it months later like nothing ever happened. Those of you who cried on the first day you talked again because you knew exactly where this phone call was going. The ones who listened to him say, I only want to be your friend, one day, and the next, listened to him say how much he loves and misses you. We deserve something, and this is our tribute.Here's to the ones that took him back, hoping that maybe this time, he was different, hoping that maybe people really do change. We listened to our friends tell us that we were stupid for even thinking about giving him another chance, caught crap from our parents and even snuck around to see him for while. We went through the great stage with no fights all over again. We started this out thinking it would be just friends, and ended up falling in love with him again. We wanted nothing more in the world than to hear him tell us he loved us too, that even though things were bad in the past, they would be different this time. And when we finally heard it, it was like we were dreaming. This is for us. Here's to the ones who believed what he said, sat around all over again waiting for a phone call that might come in a few hours, or a few days. Here's for the tears cried and dried all over again. We wanted so desperately to believe that he was really busy, he couldn't possibly call us at that moment, or even that he fell asleep early.

We trained ourselves to believe the lies because we wanted to believe we had found the one for us. We learned to settle for someone who didn't treat us the way we should be treated. Here's for the ones who did their hair and make up and put on their prettiest earrings, only to hear him say that he couldn't see us today. The ones who never believed it when people told us there might be someone else. We just couldn't believe that he could do this to us again. This is for those great girls, who loved him more than words can say, and took him back no matter what happened last time because they couldn't bear to look back on their lives one day and wonder "what if". This is for the girls that stayed up all night long listening to him whine about an ex girlfriend who cheated on him, and cried during the entire conversation. The ones who hoped he would realize that he deserved better, that he deserved us. When he said that he loved you, but he was in love with her, he didn't mean it. This is for the ones that held on to something that was never there to begin with. This is for us girls, who somehow managed to get him to forget about her, and get him to tell us that he was in love with us again, only to have him tell us three weeks later that "things were going too fast, he needs time." Here's to the girls who couldn't cry to their friends because of how stupid they felt.
The ones who held it all in when things came crumbling to pieces again. This is for the ones who couldn't bear to even tell their mom what was going on, for fear of an "I told you so." The ones that could just TELL that they had made a mistake ever allowing him into their hearts, and their dreams again. We knew that we deserved better the entire time, that we deserved a guy who would call when he said he was going to, one that would come see us whenever he got the chance, one that would really care about us. We just wanted the one that we loved like that. Here's for the ones that FINALLY realized that he never gave a crap about them. Here's for the time that he broke your heart again.

This is for those days spent trying to hold back the tears, and the tears that turned into anger, then disappointment. Here's for us girls who finally realized that we deserve better. This is for those confusing days, when you miss him, and want nothing more than to hear his voice, or feel his arms around your waist. Stay strong, and remember that relationships are like broken glass, sometimes it's better to leave it alone rather than try to put the pieces back together and get hurt. Remember the times you cried, and how long it took you to even be able to look at another guy like that. When "your song" comes on the radio, turn the station. When the day comes that he realizes what a mistake he made and tries calling, turn your phone off. When he tries coming to your house, don't answer the door. Think of the broken promises, and the lies, the manipulation and the tears, the wasted moments and staying up all night wondering where the crap he was. Think of how your heart used to jump when your phone would vibrate in the middle of the night, and how it fell to your stomach when you saw it wasn't him, and realized that once again, he hadn't called when he said he was going to. One day, you'll find a guy who's worth all the tears, but he won't make you cry. You may think that you'll never care about someone like you did that guy that you always ran back to, but you will. It's gonna hurt like crap, and it's going to need time to heal, but the point is, it will heal. This is for those girls, who fell back in love with a guy, only to get hurt all over again

butterflys are free

He told her she was pretty, and that the addiction to her smile drove him crazy. Thinking about him set butterfly's fluttering making her stomach weak. Life was unbelievable. He picked the one girl that didn't know who she was, and who was lost in the twisted fate that faced her everyday. He said he likes different, and she knew for a fact she was far from ordinary. She wasn't unique either, once again lost in her own thoughts and his. Friday night was coming and the butterfly's kept on fluttering and spreading their wings as wide and big as possible. Messages were being delivered from the rushing flow of her friends that were sweet and scandalous. Tricks were being played and honest thoughts were being dealt. Once again, Friday night was going to be the night when all her fears would fade. She didn't know what she was doing, her tongue was spitting out words that haven't even crossed her delicate mind yet. She felt like she was on the rollarcoaster of her life, and the second where she could of jumped off board was the one that had already escaped. Paranoia took over her deprived heart, her world turned black and white, her watery eyes turned iron steel, every single bone that would lay beneath her supple skin doctored into regretful ashes. Her faith had finally turned into denial.
She woke up the next morning with blistering eyes, they were struggling to open, but the endurance came through and finally she could lay her blue eyes on the bright green patches that came off of the spring grass, including the royal sky that had set the trapped butterfly's free. Finally they flew away and left no apologies.

A stranger.

I saw him walking from a distance,my heart piercing with unreal feelings. When I walked past him, he smelt of sweet vengeance and crippled memories. We both stopped instantaneously one step away from each other. We were finally facing what we were to afraid to fight, reality. A faint shriek appeared in the space between us, only our two spirits were able to hear the unwelcome. We were listening with one ear open, and one ear closed. When I looked into his sorry eyes, we both heard it. Our hearts calling out to each other. There was a gravitational pull between us, something pulling us closer together. His skin was flawless, and his tears were filled of hope and faith. All the vengeance faded, and was replaced with forgiveness. Our hearts finally stopped screaming, and started sharing all the hidden secrets kept between us. We were no longer strangers,but finally cherished souls.