October 2011
1 post
A single look is good enough for me.
Please don’t catch my eye. I want to turn away from you. No, look at me. I want to get to know you. I think you might be all that I wanted. We dance around the words, not saying what we mean, But letting the gaps in silence do the talking. When will we learn that fighting our feelings won’t make them go away? Nothing makes me happier and sadder than you. And at the end of the day, What’re left...
August 2010
2 posts
It's you and me baby, against the world
the tides are turning for us now, boy holding your hand i can part the red sea too oh don’t you know we can do anything when we are together? it’s been a while, but the winds of change is blowing against my skin and we will be alright, yes we will be alright let’s not let ‘what was’ get in the way of ‘what’s next’ happiness is burying my head in your...
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And then everything that would ever happen,...
It is funny how things always come back in a full circle Which is ironic, since I never take three steps back when I am charging forward But it seems as if I had left the memory of you at the station, And it has now found its way back home again This time, you know what you’re looking for and what you’ve missed. (If someone has feelings for you, it is going to be obvious, And you...
May 2010
1 post
The short end of the stick
Tonight, I have decided that I will no longer ask you for a matchstick. You should want to light up my darkness, without me having to ask for it.
April 2010
2 posts
They won't find you here
don’t hold me like you want me, hold me like you love me sometimes, the most reckless thing you can do with your heart, is not be reckless with it i always thought i was the puzzle and you were the pieces but everyone gets things backwards sometimes. (Before you can find it, you first have to decide what it is you’re looking for) the song in the air has been going around in circles the...
Sometimes all you need is one
one day i will rule the world, but first, my heart so i won’t let you take a grip at it again we might be two accidents waiting to happen a train wreck of bruised hands and fractured hearts but the truth is, if i could be with anyone right now, it will still be you he said i am lucky to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard but since when did despair do anyone any good? ...
March 2010
3 posts
You were more than a speed-dial for my broken...
And when I asked you how you’d been, I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything or anyone before. So I ask: “how have you been?”
I'd rather live with the answer than die with the...
It seems as if the only cure for this supposed madness is to do what I know best - open up a blank canvas and write out what I am feeling. And suddenly the vague concepts of pain and hurt are given a whole new meaning, and the feeling of suffocation in my chest vaporizes away. Yet, no matter how accurately I write my feelings out, or how soundly I mumble it under my breath, it won’t change...
February 2010
3 posts
Out of ammo and out of breath
because you exist here, the air has became flammable and these walls that i have built, are just paper and your words are doused with gasoline, fanning the flames in my chest you shouldn’t have come here, if you didn’t know how to play with fire but you lie here anyway, with a match in your hand
you say that you are scared, but you aren’t the only one trembling “things...
You are a fever, rushing through my bones
why do you let me stay here? walking through the crowds, but shrouded in a cloak of invisibility is this how it is supposed to be? i might be just another substance abuser, but baby im the future. so let me be your dreamcatcher we are young and stupid, and we were raised by wolves. you with your leather-studded boots and jeans faded to white and...
Baby, it's cold outside
sometimes, someone says something so small and insignificant but it just fits right into this empty place in your heart too bad that this is not one of those times you left so callously, with the veneer of indifference written all over your face pretending that it kills you inside all the time plunging the knife-shaped words deeper into the wound i thought the past week meant that the days of...
January 2010
5 posts
What if one of us had the guts tonight?
the tape recorder in my head said to me: “i’m tired of playing these re-runs” only then did i know that i have ran out of excuses for you it is so easy, they say, to snip the bud in the head but why do i feel like the month spent with you is all i ever needed? romance may be nothing more than sweet words strung together and love may be just a fight and the heart, as it is, is...
Dust on the Ground
i’m frankly so tired of all this. it just seems like when things get better, it never really does and yet another blow comes my way.
it scares me, really. i have never felt so scared or confused before, and i hate feeling like i’m in this airless maze and i dont know how or when i’m ever going to get out.
i hate feeling sorry for myself, but there is really nothing i want more...
Better to have loved and lost than never to have...
It is days like this that Time seems to be the only band-aid that works The only thing that dilutes this throbbing weight in my chest And the aching feeling in parts of my heart that I didn’t even knew existed I thought you would be the only constant in my life The one time-tested thing that stays, when every other negligible player comes and goes But the puppet-master has moved our names from the...
You know where you are with
You crept into my thoughts again last night And the fading memory of you The smell of Morocco at the crook of your neck, the tip of your nose where my lips once brazed All did nothing to calm my racing heartbeat The memory of you Squeezed into tiny ink droplets So insignificant, so minute Yet that is all I can manage to do To write this pain away The hours spent downing shots of vodka And the...