do you know what i miss the most ( Read more... )

you know, maybe i drink too much. but i find it easier to open a bottle, than to pretend people actually love me.

i swear to christ i took a saint out to a dance once. i don't deserve her attention. i'm a sinner, not a role model. maybe she'll rub off onto me, as well as my thighs. or maybe i'm only kidding myself.

would you trust these kids?


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isn’t it amazing how two humans can grow apart in just a year? i remember seeing you for the first and, of course, the last time. i can still remember watching you walking off my front porch with something you didn’t come with, perhaps my heartfelt goodbyes. i can recite every single word that was said, even what you were wearing. i miss the way ( Read more... )

friday night i was the bird shit on your windsheild. i was unwanted by some, but loved by others. one thing's for sure though, inbetween every spiked-up hair, popped up collar, and every single fake diamond, i was among the few real souls. and without a doubt, i gave the party character. and you know what? i wouldn't have it any other way ( Read more... )

ones and twos fall through me, like singles of pairs.
ones and twos neglected, bitter as i remember
and so they were out. hunting for me.
i remember saying goodbye for the last time.


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tomorrow i have to go to a funeral for someone who really didn't deserve. it's not like i touched his soul or anything, but he sure as hell touched mine. he was the only one in that group of children that actually talked to me. i felt like he enjoyed me, and we promised to hang out more often. i had heard he was getting into harder stuff, it looks ( Read more... )

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this autumn was supposed to be a good one ( Read more... )