February 2012
2 posts
January 2012
3 posts
1:04 AM
Ever feel like you’re going to crawl out of your skin? Like everything inside is too messy, jumbled and confusing and full and you just want to scream and let it all out. I don’t even know what I’d say, but I know it’d make me free of this constant stream of thought, winding itself in and out of my mind, this long line of “you, you, you” running through...
4:31 AM
Things I don’t want to forget: The first time, the taste of wine on your tongue, bitter and sweet, music too loud, pounding through my veins. The way I cried the next morning, scared and unsure, sun pouring in through the window and dancing on your back. You pushed the hair behind my ear and said everything would be all right. The way you played your guitar and sang softly, smiling...
6:24 PM
i get it bad when it’s twilight outside, the world trying to make up its mind, those in between moments, day or night. i want to ask you what we’re doing, if we’ll ever stop and decide who we are and what we want. but i’m afraid of the answer. i already know the answer. we can’t keep going on like this, taking from each other and not giving anything. i tell...
December 2011
2 posts
2:48 AM
the only time i want to write is three in the morning, body drunk on warm wine, mind drunk on thoughts of you.
i open a book. i drink up its words.
chapter one, a woman, fast asleep with a lover by her side, he watches her, kisses her, loves her. i turn the page and find her at work. every day, happy. maybe she’s a doctor, a singer, an actress. every day, happy. turn the page and...
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12:39 AM
And it’s in these stolen sleepy moments, lurking behind a curtain of consciousness, that I allow myself to wonder at the delicate melody you and I have written. Like figures traced in the stars of the heavens, we are immortalized - beautiful beacons to the broken-hearted, forever remembered as what once was and can never be again.
November 2011
3 posts
10:22 AM
I don’t believe in marriage. But I believe in you and me.
11:20 PM
Sometimes I think about us. I think about how we made all these promises to ourselves. I think about if you plan to keep them. I think about if I plan to keep them. You told me that when you’re forty and I’m forty-two, we’ll get married. Sometimes I think about the future. You want to make music, I want to make words. I told you I could write from anywhere. What I...
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probably going to make this a personal blog.