I have dreams of you still ( Read more... )

I spend all my time trying to get under things.

I stand above my cauldron,
mixing a concoction of half-baked plans, futures, ideas and pasts
to let them simmer, boil over, stick to the edges,
grow brown with familiarity
so I can drink it down,
slowly savoring its bitter taste
as it eats away at my insides,
pulls away the cobwebs
and chews at the fabrics of my minds
until am well and throughly

When I'm all alone, I like to drag you out, examine you from all angles, gasp, sob, laugh and sigh. When I'm done I fold you back up tight and put you in my pocket, warm and safe ( Read more... )

I like to sit in the car and press my face against the cold, fogged glass and watch the drops roll down. In freely opening the door and stepping outside, I know I'm welcoming the world where I have come to miss the things that never existed and lament their loss. Outside I'm a criminal fleeing from things I have yet to commit, shirking away from ( Read more... )

      When things got bad I used to fixate on making my way to the desert by any means possible simply to sit under a Joshua tree and nap in the sun. I'd think that one day I'd be my own Kerouac, make good choices and some bad, and marry a man just so he could pay my bail. 'If only I bought that ticket,' I'd think, 'if only I hopped that train ( Read more... )

Shortly before the humiidity broke you said something along the lines of "I have no reason to ever speak to you again ( Read more... )

I miss you like a secret that never should have been given up, but sometimes
I miss you like the winter, your cold air in my lungs forcing my eyes open,
your bitter lips forcing my fingers to fists.

It was still fairly bright out, the street lights were on and it was 68 degrees outside. I almost ran into a man and spilled my hard cider everywhere, because I was looking down at the leaves and my head was up my ass. There were a lot of things to think about and where I was going wasn't high on the list. Being miserable didn't make my fridge full ( Read more... )

I feel you like a storm rumbling far off in the distance, the hair on my arms stands on ends and in the moments before impact I know your smell from miles away. Stretching my legs and running into the rain is the only thing I know to do.