December 2010
19 posts
I'll never talk again.
I’ll never love again.
“So what will I say? I’ll tell them all — the angels. I got drunk in...”
Flightless bird
There’s something about being conscious and sobbing at three in the morning, praying for your life before a keyboard that seems almost divine.
This year, to save me from tears..
Spent my Eve in my best dress on the floor of your living room. You held me and we laughed and I let you dance through hell with me. The Beatles sang a muffled soundtrack while we filled our empty hearts with red wine and you twirled me about the low lit room. When it got to be too much we collapsed into a heap of tired, broken bones. I let you love me and I knew it was the last time just like I...
Don’t come home for Christmas You’re the last thing I want to see underneath the tree Merry Christmas, I could care less.
It's happening again.
The people I’m supposed to call friends leave and forget for shinier, newer models. Significant others and people with better style and tastes in music. I’m left on a shelf to collect dust. I can feel it all over again.
It’s disgusting how little that you try.
The life and times...
All the things I’ve kept to myself. You’d take small breaks from all the work and sing happy songs. The kind you could dance to and we did, our knees knocking violently into your coffee table behind us. Somewhere in the laughter you overheard my prayers and kissed me. It lead to this. My god, I don’t even know how it happened. I’m not even sure how I pulled it off. You look...
“i talked so much i’m sure i didn’t realize i’d gone crazy,...”
Need you like water in my lungs.
It’s frightening. Looking back I realize how silent it really was. Anxious knees sliding together. Just the touch of your single finger is enough to stop my breathing. There we were all over again. A complicated tangle. The friction between us glowing. Frantic pounding of your pulse beneath my lips. We speak with our eyes. Somehow it is enough. Looking at you, I realize it is because we are...
“Litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto
Vi superum, saevae memorem...”
tellmysecrets:
double exposures and pretty dresses, abandoned backyards and candlelight, miles of lace. spray paint and overgrown vines. blush, mascara, curls. day and night. get it all on film. rinse and repeat. snow, sun, rain, wind, fire, ice.
I take this time around to get a good look at you. They say third time is the charm, but this isn’t luck. Just an inevitability. It’s inevitable that we’d end up here again, lips pressed between teeth, the faint taste of iron in the back of our throats. I can’t explain to you how it happened, all I could do was love you so hard your insides were aching. Then it fell sweet...
we met for a movie. every scene was a sign, we made out through their meaning.
J’ai besoin de quelqu’un à qui parler. Mais je ne peux pas être jugés. Pas maintenant.
I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye.
There is something about passing someone just close enough to graze arms, to make hairs stand, to stop your breathing… all of it. To know well enough not to make eye contact, but to know too little to be aware that it will still catch you off-guard every single time. It’s cold there, but when I see you everything melts. Each time I see you it pulls something different from me....
It's been awhile
Hasn’t it? I’ve just been trying to figure all my shit out… with out you guys. It’s hard dealing with some things. It’s hard to keep secrets from everyone you love. It is hard to keep something like this from everyone I am close to. But I’m getting better because of it, so that is all that matters, right? Maybe I’m being selfish. But I can’t handle...
Don’t waste your breath You wouldn’t want this anyway If you did I think I’d let you talk this to death Or in circles like we’re aeroplanes When all along I knew that we would sputter out
But how..
Je me suis assis par la pensée le dîner de robes de mariées et de dentelle blanche et l’odeur des lilas. Tout faux.