I don't know what it is and I can't put my finger on it either. It's kind of sad... it's like waking up from a dream and realizing it was never real but it was. & Now you miss it but there's nothing that can be done about it. And you dream about it but it goes no where. Sometimes I just wish you'd get out of my head and my heart but it's only ( Read more... )

Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "best friends ( Read more... )

Yesterday called, it wants it's memories back. What happens when everything you thought would be okay turns out to be the worst thing possible ? What happens when things just seem to fall apart ? I miss home. This feeling feels like a flash of lightning gracing your eyes. Fall fast, fall safe. Write out the story to your heart, crawl under sheets ( Read more... )

Everyone has a dream. You turned out to be mine. Kick up that uncolored dirt and let it settle on the tops of your cowboy boots. Gazing broodingly at your own feet, the ever-present cigarette dangling out of the corner of your mouth. You're nothing. Or so you portray with ease, and nobody looks at you twice. But I know better. I still see the hard ( Read more... )

You are new moons and fresh sheets and the end of that one dream ( Read more... )

Buried under blankets, begging them to warm the core of a heart. And I'd give anything to sleep through one night. The weather makes me miss my ripped jeans, thinking of dancing and yelling and Bonnie Taylor Shakedown, and crawling toward the sun. I can't find a way to get out of what I've gotten into. Press the goblet to your lips and drink me in ( Read more... )

It's a mess of color inside my head. Like indistinguishable images that fade into one another, increasing with static and superimposed ideas. I don't know anymore, what exactly I'm looking for. Where am I going, is it worth the issues, worth the heartache ( Read more... )

Revert back to childish superstitions and inhibitions ( Read more... )

It's hard to watch something once so far removed from it, and then, realizing that you're not removed at all. I feel your heart beating next to mine, feel your intense gaze on the side of my face because I can't tear my eyes away from the screen. It's real, isn't it, what they did for me, what they gave to me, and I've never wanted to cry over it ( Read more... )

Personality is just an illusion. When you’re curled up tight under blankets, bathing in the moonlight seeping in the window, thinking things you’re too afraid to admit, even to yourself-that’s when you’re the real you ( Read more... )