im pretty tired of writing to myself.

even with my hands at your disposal..
youre worth the sweat.
i look at your picture and only i can see how the soft lens exposes you.
only i can play with the flicker in your eyes because you are exposed before me.
youre bare with hard words and shattered teeth.
you know im reading the words on walls inside you ( Read more... )

whats the matter? does your love need a home?

you left me far behind.

its like youre back from the dead ( Read more... )

whats a girl gotta do to get a post?

what am i supposed to write? like..oh my god...i was walking down the street and i realized i am just like everyone else and i am so boy-mad and like..pink is the new sea foam green! i mean is that what youd really rather read ( Read more... )

clearwater tomorrow.
sorry folks.
i know itll be hard not seeing any posts.
you know.
for one week.

this trip isnt totally in vain. see grandmother in the hospital. put two lifelong pets to sleep. attempt to reconstruct broken roads.

its never different.
it always feels familiar.
good?
sure..sometimes.
lord it can be brutal.

fatal..even.

for now i'll bite my tounge and let the blood soak in.
will that make you happy? i hope it does.

so the past three nights ive gone to bed sometime in the morning ( Read more... )

im so ready for you to come home.
still...im so ready to leave.