"Your new car is so nice. Sometimes when I step into it I am still surprised that it is yours. Growing up, I realized that those who deserve "nice things" the most seldom possess them. We are too busy caring about bigger things to be bothered by the fabric of our couch cushions. I sincerely miss your piece of shit. I see so clearly the way the ( Read more... )

No Longer Louisville ( Read more... )

Ya know, sometimes I just want to cuddle her to sleep and that be it. There's no way to explain, "I want you every time, because I never know when will be the last" Everything is so transitory and ephemeral.

This poem will ignore all attempts at beautiful language, at...editing, at being anything other than what it is: straight from my heart ( Read more... )

Shot down satellites ( Read more... )

I spent the days building dreams from ( Read more... )

I've carried in me seas of tranquility ( Read more... )

Two people I know have passed this week. One was murdered. I can't stand being awake right now. I can't get even a single text back from a person who was my best friend a month ago, a person who I've given so much for. I worry I'll never hear from her again. And my head and heart can't stop worrying that I may have already seen Rowan for the last ( Read more... )

You took the skirts. That's the worst. I just would have loved one. It wasn't about you. It was one of the only little odds or ends that might have survived the years to remind me of a girl I once loved.

I have no old tshirts or perfumes. And everyone's like that, everyone.

Went on a date last night. Hard to matter. She's my best friend and the thing that makes me feel the most everything. I get that we'll never be married and she'll never be in love with me. I just miss her. Miss her and her missing me. Do you know how horrible it feels when someone stops missing you, stops worrying about you? Not just stops being in ( Read more... )