i had a dream last night where i was running, jumping, flying above the ocean's shore. and you were there, in all your glory, and you kissed me, and it brought me to my knees. you were in my dream with dreams of staying clean and growing up and staying out of harm's way. i kept calling, calling, calling you and finally, you answered. you were ( Read more... )

he called me from mexico once ( Read more... )

my bones would stick out most of the time. my hair was short and colorful, begging for some recognition, i suppose. i liked my drinks strong back then, my drugs hard, my friends eccentric and artistic. i lived on a stage, i was an actress, a fraud, a liar. of course, i had no idea back then.. but i've realized i am actually more of a conversation ( Read more... )

the long spring and the shortest summer following ceases to exist. the older i grow, the faster time parades right on by. father cheats, mother leaves, the children grow their separate ways. yesterday or a year ago? it all feels the same. love fades at an alarming rate and in the end all we have to give are apologies for the entire span of two ( Read more... )

i lost him to horrible timing and gossiping girls. i lost him to crystal meth and some thick twine. he left me behind with a town full of people pretending to understand.. they'll never understand, they weren't there that morning, they couldn't possible grasp how much changed at that moment, during that phone call. plus, they never saw us together ( Read more... )

push, push, push the issues days, weeks, months back. pull, pull, pull everything that needed to be said underneath the surface for the one millionth time. make sure no lines are crossed and in doing so, gaurantee that no progress is made ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

there's a lot of negative things i could focus on right now, a lot i need to get off my chest.. all in due time, i suppose. at this particular moment, all i can think about is that musician of a man who broke my heart back in march. you know, he really fucked me over and we didn't speak for six months- didn't even acknowledge one-another's ( Read more... )

it's been eleven months ( Read more... )

i've been searching for the words for weeks, but his role in my life is still somehow a mystery to me. i want to express his features, like the faint freckles under his eyes, or the way my nose feels against his beard. i want to scribble out the chills i get when he touches my skin, or how quicklu he calms my storms. there is something about his ( Read more... )