no its okay, we just get dressed up for the dead and sit in rows of familiar strangers who if this were a better time would ask you the repeated questions how have you been? you still going to school? hows your mother doing? but since its not a better time they say nothing and stare at the casket with eyes bulging over with water and hands clinched ( Read more... )

you've got:
- the classic vcr that blinks "12:00 AM"
- little boy sheets & little boy toys
- an empty yet cluttered room
- a mess of a love life
- seven cats & left over trash
- a scary look in yer eye
- weird sayings & noises & friends
- etc

i've changed a lot, i'm happy.

if i look to my right theres a memory of you starring back at me with a blank face. you weren't doing it deliberatly, just spacing out. you laugh and take a drag of your cigarette, i always loved the smell of this. i caught us just now with our eyes peeled to the smoke rings and the lines they made right before they drifted off into nothingness. i' ( Read more... )

hey so my eyes hurt from crying, but i can't stop thinking about you... please come home, kay? promise.

(its gotten late and now i want to be alone. all of our friends were here, they all have gone home. and here i sit on the front porch watching the drunks stumble forth into the night. you gave me a heart attack, i did not see you there. i thought you had disappeared so early away from here. and this is the chance i never got to make a move but we ( Read more... )

come home already, i need someone to dance with.

and hey darling i know its late and i don't want to keep you up much longer. but i have to tell you all the facts i've come to find out. and hey darling will you keep my eyes open? or will you please just stick me in your pocket to take me with you cause you're leaving and i'm staying and somehow i'm going to miss you for some time. i didn't know ( Read more... )

when i was a kid i never knew i was little. i'd hang out with the big kids and not understand the things they said or things they did. i remember sheets and tears and stories in newspapers. i remember coffins and people and people and people and the vest she was wearing and the way her brown hair curled over her face and the sleepy smile that made ( Read more... )

well, hey remember when shit seemed simple and relationships were more immature and i avoided the heart breaking talks in boy's backyards and i wasn't labled as someone who fucked people over. "yeah, well, shit happens ( Read more... )