I have said and meant "I love you" to more people in te last month than I think I ever have in my life.

I guess what I MEANT was, "I will always have loved the person I thought you were."

What was I supposed to say ( Read more... )

What good is your love if you're leaving me ( Read more... )

Fuck you for constantly texting him while we were hanging out.
You're making me out to be such the fucking chump.

I should have knocked over that table the second you said "emotion."
I show too much restraint.

What does your love mean if you're leaving me?

Late night driving across Indiana, Blonde Redhead, 80 miles per hour, a shooting star (don't tell anyone), post cards, regrets, another shooting star (can you keep a secret?) (and what I wished about), I should have wished you better, I'm sorry I come off as an asshole, and I'm sorry I made your boyfriend mad, and I'm crazy and I'm hurt, and dry ( Read more... )

That is so awkward. Your new boyfriend standing silently by your side while you talk to me, telling me that I'm more than moderately attractive, handsome even, while your ex walks past. I know how you feel dude. I've been there before and it sucks but that's the price you pay I guess. Girls like that. I'm sorry.

The skyline is two gazes long. I crane my neck to take it all in, and bump my head against the windshield, trying to find the sun. It runs ahead of us. I don't know what direction that is. I want to go to faraway places, but momentum makes my head ponderous and heavy. Planetary rotation is time winding down. The light from our bodies precedes us. I ( Read more... )

Looking over it, not much has changed since the last entry.

I held your hand during Post-Coitus Rock and it was such a wonderful feeling and I'm regret not kissing you when you stage-dive'd into my arms during Que Suerte and maybe I'm only upset because I care and that's such shitty reasoning but I don't know what else to chalk it up to.