She shattered your pride, and now you're scared of a billion things I can't fix. If I could. I would. And yes, I have every intention of doing so at some point. Time will fly, just.
Please. Don't forget why you felt in the first place.
I like you even when you wake up in the morning.
And I like you at night.
And I love you when you sleep.
You don't make a sound, and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and never heard.
Straight chick swingin' in the dead of night. Take your shattered pride and learn to fly. All you ever needed was right here, in my eyes. (;
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Je'taime? Oui. Te Amo? Si.
I love you would be so much more typical. Never losing it's glow, but always typical of us.
Please don't let me go.
I believe you, I believe you!
Your non-existant hold.
I can see you, I believed you!
From the start.
Please don't let me go.
I believe you, I believe you!
Your non-existant hold.
I can see you, I believed you!
From the start.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
came out and came clean
"Brought me down with her vanity. Facile things are destroying me, completely driven by a deadly obsession.
Maybe love can exist in me, through this girl who I never see. Too many questions that have been left to answer."
Maybe love can exist in me, through this girl who I never see. Too many questions that have been left to answer."
chilling, isn't it?
to find out what i found out today was completely overwhelming.
i still don't know what to say, and it's probably better that way.
after all, it's most likely just a misunderstanding of your emotions.
i wish it wasn't, but i'm almost positive it is. we'll see.
i also feel like it'd be wise to make this blog private, because i fear that writing about certain things will cause negative attention.
like.
last.
time.
and that's the last thing i need.
i still don't know what to say, and it's probably better that way.
after all, it's most likely just a misunderstanding of your emotions.
i wish it wasn't, but i'm almost positive it is. we'll see.
i also feel like it'd be wise to make this blog private, because i fear that writing about certain things will cause negative attention.
like.
last.
time.
and that's the last thing i need.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
my calm
White bed. Clean and cool bedroom. Exposed brick walls.
And candles. And a view. Someone in the other room taking a shower.
I don't know who she is, but I imagine she's my girl.
Maybe I haven't met her yet. Maybe we're already friends.
Maybe best friends. Maybe not.
I can hear her humming.
She gets dressed, pads out the door.
Scribbles a note.
It gets quiet.
I fall asleep.
And candles. And a view. Someone in the other room taking a shower.
I don't know who she is, but I imagine she's my girl.
Maybe I haven't met her yet. Maybe we're already friends.
Maybe best friends. Maybe not.
I can hear her humming.
She gets dressed, pads out the door.
Scribbles a note.
It gets quiet.
I fall asleep.
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