Can I help that I'm so in love with the moon? My soul belongs to the universe.
More than human.
&The wet sunshine leaks in through the blinds.
I would rather take a vicodin than drink a six pack of beer. I am probably better off doing neither.
And for a moment, she wondered if she was God.
As romantic as a death sentence.
I need time to decompress.
Who says we couldn't be in love?
I wish I cared half as much as I say I do.
Float back down to earth and telling me, how the hell did we get here? Where the hell are we going? You're a sailor, but you say you want to be the captain. Tell me, how you gonna make that happen? And I feel like the only thing you think I'm good for is making you look better.
I spent all of my heart on a lie.
I want a boy who steals not just my heart, but my soul.
Is it really that bad that I drink wine when I am sad?
I'll give back your stupid shirts, but I'm going to keep your beer.
Nubby knees shiver, wrestling up against each other under sheets to keep warm. The stars fade into the cold oblivion and we find that we are fragile. My bones are tired, but my mind is still quite alive. The sky becomes a color I cannot name and I think about all of the things in this world that do not have names. I stare at the dawn and want to call it something more.
Wondering if I will fall asleep before the sun rises.
If I drink enough tea, maybe I'll fall asleep.
There is no one left to love.
Sometimes, there is so much life inside of me that it comes bounding out, fighting the very body that contains it. It is times like this that I can't bear to sit still for fear that the static will not just kill me, but every last trace of me. But sometimes, there is too little life inside of me, so it hides away in some back corner of my heart, resisting any urge to be inspired. It is times like this that I can't bear to move for fear that if I try the world will break me.
It still wasn't enough to make you fall asleep next to me.
Just as the sky begins to open its bright, fiery eye, I begin to close mine.
Ravish my mind.
Why is it so much easier to write about you now that you're gone?
We will go to the same parties, but we will be alone. And you will look at him, and I will look at her, and we will both wonder. We will go home to separate beds and order take out food for one. We will fall asleep alone and make lists of all the things we cannot do.
I deserve your time, but I don't want it anymore.
And all of the sudden everything you thought that someone was, they are not.
And it is frustrating that I still edit the words I post online because I don't want to hurt your feelings. Funny, you never gave a damn about mine.
Well, I am sorry for you. I'm sorry that your life is so easy.