March 2011
she’s warmth beneath my pocket.
February 2011
i’ll let you inside my head. but if you don’t like what you see, i don’t know how to get you out.
i am the dotted line and you fill me in with whatever you like.
i like to look through books. i like books to look through me.
when you’re lost in your head, you start to notice nothing and everything at the same time.
wake up today and wonder what tomorrow is. wake up tomorrow and wonder what yesterday was.
Why must we move on from such happy lawns into nostalgia’s palm and feed on the traces?
I pulled the boy out of above, she made that boy a man.
i miss hannah.
I drop from the sky While as you say goodbye
i like to take the bus sometimes. i like the smell of coconut shampoo. i like the way you say my name. i like to read the beginning of books but i like to read love poems the best. i like to make lists. i like to find things. i like to hold hands. i like to ride in the car. i like when a song reminds you of someone. i like big smiles. i like full bellys.
put a dollar in the machine and you’ll remember when
wait, they don’t love you like i love you.
forget stress. yes, i’ll accept the charges.
i love you. i haven’t been able to say that. but now i can. i mean it. i feel it.
i can look in your eyes and know you’re sincere,
when i meet someone and i know that i’m going to love them, i want to keep them close. i want to learn all there is to know about them. i want to know the things that make them who they are. i want to go through their things. i want to hear their thoughts. i want to feel for them. is it that i care about them too much, or that nobody else cares enough?
i think brown eyes are so beautiful.
i like it when you call me that.
your thoughts are pure when your feelings are honest.
wouldn’t you rather be the smartest than the prettiest?
we had a quiet thing on the soft ground
i care about you so much. i am what you feel. i am what you think. i am what you have made me, a human completely consumed by another.
sometimes i wake up and i wish that i didn’t.
I hear a sad rain killed the calm sound.
what the fuck is your eye color
you are bolder than buzzing bugs.
and you are colder than oldness could ever be.
i just want to feel okay. i just want to feel safe. i love you the most. i need you the most.
strumming my pain with his fingers.
bones are weird
