i dated a photographer
i loved the way he saw the world
he used to take black and whites of me
nude, my back arched just so
he loved the way i looked in those
neutral, gray tones
the irony of a man
so well versed in perspective
i love the way he
i loved the way he
i thought i loved the way he
those neutral gray tones.

it is difficult to accept that you have left me in this state
holding me closely, yet your fingers are still clenched in fists, unable to feel me
i always thought it was odd but now it seems so very appropriate
it is over the same way it began
me feeling like we are the only two in the room
your eyes locking tight with mine
i can't take them off of you, ( Read more... )

july 11, 2007. you've been a weird one. i woke up this morning in excruciating pain. mom is ecstatic that i have gotten my period, six days late mind you. (no mother, i'm not pregnant. mother nature was just fucking with me). it was hot and humid in my bedroom. the shades drawn, sunlight poking through the edges, conveniently blinding me. i wake, i ( Read more... )

the blueness of your eyes ( Read more... )

there is something wrong with a world that has made me so unsensitive to homeless people begging. something wrong with a world that has convinced me that if they are given money they will most certainly use it to buy booze or drugs. there's something wrong with a world that requires me to text, call, or IM my best friends, my family, and my love ( Read more... )

and you and me we doubt everything ( Read more... )

you seem familiar ( Read more... )

there's an oak tree outside his window ( Read more... )

oh matthew, what have you gotten me into.

it could be five, ten, or twelve ( Read more... )