you've got my jacket ( Read more... )

amputees must lie untill they beleive
they are whole
otherwise everyday they wake
and miss the part of them that is gone

why must I be too smart
to not let myself be dumb
to beleive

steal some wings and I'll fly ( Read more... )

I still remember
your hand touching mine
tears streaming down your face

"everything's going to turn out fine", I'd say

and at the time, for as long as we drove, we were

but I never knew fine might exist for you without me
and even though I'd never try and get you back
i still want to,

sometimes

I hope I was right, about you turning out fine...

When I'm here? When I'm here I'm not me. It surreal to read over these pages and write in them and realize almost all of it casually typed in on dark nights is a product of a part of me I wish did not exist. A part I wish I could destroy. But still this page stands. I could delete it, and resist creating another one next time the dark comes ( Read more... )

"tilling my own grave to keep me level ( Read more... )

I'm standing on a cliff ( Read more... )

and then I woke up ( Read more... )

The entire summary of human emotion experienced in a 12 hour period.

"I want so badly to believe
that there is truth, that love is real.
And I want life in every word
to the extent that it's absurd."

I live
at least I think I believe I live
should cut myself to see
but a dead man can bleed
and a dead man can be loved
the only way to prove I live
is to change that boolean state
and take my place among the dead.
Unless, of course
I already am.