Sunday, December 23, 2012


What I thought it was.
Isn't what it is now. My own fault.
Not what the new one says. Residing in the deep membrane- changing changing.
Let me be happy. Let me forget (remember everything) -more.
It's nothing.

Saturday, December 22, 2012


It couldn't have been
the second time
what still hurts is the unknowing feeling.
am I doing this right?
Something doesn't fit.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Frost Delicious

The first.
Although there's been many In My mind, replayed over again to symphonies strings winds and words.
Friends car rolling away.
Warmth of a thousand- four- arms reaching out for. You. Me. In the frost. Early morning.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Two of The Same Name

It can't be that
Love at first sight
Because it wasn't
But now it is. And I got lost somewhere in the stems of the flowers now rotting- and that rose. And it skips when lips brush needing you to hold me- knowing nothing of you. Let alone your history- or even mine.
Double dates.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Coffee Stains

There are some long nights, rolling under covers meant for more than what's beneath. Words run through your head crashing into corners turning into letters- becoming words (I still love you) Best remedy is to forget. Still thinking, now writing- somehow it makes more sense put on to paper- some sort of extension of reality- a somewhat false( yet fully true) story of the situation. Undefined(entirely preventable). A few more cups of coffee. Another sunrise-sunset.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

6 foot 4 inches

Evolved- from the girl who needed him to be her- there's something about evolving that leaves an emptiness.
 Loosing something that was a part of me for the developing years of my life- the most important ones. Something had connected us for so long a time, It was other worldly- out of my hands-
 my own stupidity.
Songs cannot be played.
Deleted: permanently.(practised in long sleepless nights).
Don't regret.
Nothing's wasteful.
Perfect waste.

But Seriously

I've been trying to figure out exactly what it is I need.
Putting pen to paper sounds easier than the confusing words left to decipher.
Compensating for the guilt, trying to give to eachother what neither of us wanted.
Listening to songs that remind me of you.