Thursday, October 29, 2009

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Monday, October 26, 2009

you need me like a bad habit






*really though
*something about you
*i just know it

what's it gonna be.



Let's not talk about it
We never did so why start now
Let's just go back to your place
And not talk about it there
I was thinking, we should sleep in separate beds
but the heat's gone to my head
Let's get tired at the same time (tonight)

don't read this

today the wind blew harder than usual.
the leaves fell off the trees and gracefully landed on the ground.
a few landed in my hair as well.
"i like the look of the houses in the fall" she said.
they're so dull, so aged, so broken down.. yet so fucking beautiful.
just like your face.
have i ever told you that? no. i really havent.
but you can read this and wonder if its for you, or for another dearly beloved.
or if i actually ment that your face is so aged, dull and broken down.
i will leave that for you to guess at.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

don't read this

the smell of you lingers on my clothes now

Monday, October 19, 2009

don't read this

i dressed myself nice today, but you never came. I put my make up on more perfectly than any other day, i even ironed my clothes. No creases at all, i know how much you hate them. My hair was faultless. My shoes were blameless. But, my eyes were dull.



you never showed.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

don't read this

i dare you, look into my eyes and dare me.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

don't read this

" You. I'm crazy for you. I was just half sleeping and you were in my dream "

please dont think that this was easy


This is to a girl
who got into my head

with all the pretty things she did.
This is to a girl
who got into my head
with all these fucked up things i did.



i've always been there.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

boats and birds

i'm breathing her words, shes loosing her patience. our hands use to be intertwined, and our hearts use to be inlove, but simple words and simple feelings can change your world. I use to be so fallen into you, but life has its glitches. You are still here, your ghost lingers my room. my enternity. I've thought about you every day since. My feet are cold and i just remember how you would have done something about that. You have learned to make me feel confident, act confident and be confident. My heart still feels for you, you are what i need, but you are not what i can have. It's okay, you are perfect. I get tense and stressed when i think about seeing you, although your face is probably the most perfect sight ever known. I take a sip of my tea, relax and think of you. In my place, i was lost.. but i thought of you and dreams became reality. I'll strive for you. Forever. Dream of me, Remember me.

the perfect became the imperfection

but thats okay, because everything happens for a reason. Things will work out, you just have to go with what may come. Our lives are perfect, and we are not together. Nothing survives, but you and i always will. Secretly together.



my head use to be all there, but with your absence, it's in space. i am displaced.

up all day, got demonds to fight.

she won't know

'Cause you're so good at talking smack, you heart attack
But you're the apple of my eye anyway '

My smiling face
That's on my head
it's on a silver plate

Monday, October 12, 2009

don't read this

i cant even look at myself in the mirror really, so i wouldnt be suprised if you could. I'm a real fuck up.. it's nothing i can change really. i change my mind regularly and i don't ever know what i truly want. i can't be loyal. god knows why. It's not you. It's the way i've been taught. I'm sad. I'm a wreck, and when it comes down to it.. i have a perfect life. With the perfect family.. perfect friends and all that jazz. But my mind, you see it's not all there. Not clear at all. I dont know. I can't even put my feelings into words because it's not all there. I havent cried in about 10 months.. maybe here and there for the stupid reasons. i can't cry anymore. i have nothing left to cry.

Monday, October 5, 2009

don't read this

See this winged boy falling
Falling out of something
Hits the drug I'm needing

Arrows that he's turning
Need to keep this feeling
Slow drug in the morning