Spatulas.
The kind of laugh that makes you question
if you were ever wearing eyeliner to begin with.
And whether or not your insides are tickling you
or if it's just the lack of air.
Tears have never flowed so free as they did
when you informed me that I clearly can't read
your man writing upside-down.
I consider myself the ultimate loser.

Is it only me who feels that we
Are one as only two can be?
And that in ways we can't discern
You fit with me, likewise in turn?

I best not have shaved for nothing.

..Hope is such a hard thing to forgive.

Smitten.
It's all I'll admit to
So don't even try
I won't be the first
And I won't tell a lie
I'll feel it inside
That's all that you get
I don't want you running
And that's all I would bet
It's all I'll admit to
So don't even try
I can't handle it now
I won't say goodbye
I won't be the first
So forget the surprise
But it takes all that I have
When I look in your ( Read more... )

It wasn't an epiphany. But we came to an understanding, myself and I.

I think that's okay for now.

Shoulders tense and eyes are bloodshot. They wrote a book about this once. My hair is old and my stomach empty as I reach for the minutes ahead of me with a newfound despiration. That dinner meat of a band was right.. it's the kind of stain that just won't come out. Slipping backwards / falling forwards. Why do they feel the same? But this is no ( Read more... )

Please let me stay caught in your way.. ~Foo FightersA simple melody to tell of what you mean to me when there's nothing left to say. A book to write for tired eyes when all that's left is the bedside light. Food for the tasteless love of something to do when no one asks you to dinner. A black hole to throw myself in, you can't see around corners. ( Read more... )

I'm all written out as I sit here in my oldest jeans and tired eyes. Words have failed me before and suffice it to say, they're doing it again as the worn out pages of my assignment grow thin and my creative ideas get stuck in the worst of ways. My glue is drying up as I stop to think just why it is that I can't. I'm conciously aware that with each ( Read more... )

A hand to hold, a thought to ponder
Read my mind, it doesn't wander
Feel my heart beat faster still
Waiting by the windowsill

I'm going to hold my breath so I can hold you in.
I'm so scared.