pull down the mirror ( Read more... )

Trouble with the past is it shapes who you are in the future.
I'm not sure if it's because I don't trust you or if I feel it's because history is bound to repeat itself.

Up down.
It really is a ride.

I say job.
Your jaw drops.
Offended.

I. I do my best to meet your needs and wants.
I tell you nice things
I console you when you're sad.
I tell you how much I miss.
....

Not enough.

We hit a wall.
I give my suggestion but you just keep us standing in front of this wall.
I'm about to cross over it myself. Alone.

I'm on this ride. I stood in line. But the longer I wait for my turn, the more I start to doubt my decision.

What are you doing to me?

I'm scared if I even get the chance to get on, I'm
going to end up getting sick.

It's not a good feeling.
Coming to certain realizations.
If we're going to be honest, I can try.

I never thought you were the one.
I thought we'd live the cliche life.
This made me happy... Enough.

I love you.
I want to be who you want,
who you need.

I've never explored this city more or noticed more about it then when you and I first started out.

Each piece, no matter how simplistic, is so beautiful.
Each detail so carefully constructed.

And so many secrets each one holds.

Falling.

No need to be caught.

Where ever I land,

I'll be happy.

Kiss. Stop. Head down. Walk away.

Morning
Head on shoulder.
His lips are closed.
But at night,
when he sleeps,
they fall open.
His eyes are staring at something.
He's upset.
He's thoughtful.
I wrap my legs and feet tighter,
hoping to get a better understanding.
He moves away
and taps his toes.
What are you thinking?

I tried to let the sun destroy me ( Read more... )