Killing Time

I’m on a steady decline. Getting tired of drinking and hanging out in all the same rooms. With people who all where the same perfume, or none at all. I’d rather be in a smaller city than San Francisco with lights just as bright, and buildings almost as big. Watching One Tree Hill for the…

Ten year olds

Do you remember what you wanted to be “when you grew up”? There’s a scene in one of my favorite movies, that this question feels really relevant to. If you’ve seen the movie I’m talking about, Mr. Deeds, you may know which scene I’m referring to,  and if you haven’t here’s a link below. Even…

October

All our memorabilia, in my cars sunglasses holder How will I go on Beg me not to love you, I’ll never ask you not to go because We were never meant to be together We were never meant to be at all And I I won’t go on, I’ll just go Your hands around my…

libations

I just erased two hundred and fifty six words. I’ve been writing about the same thing, or maybe I should say the same someone for months. Almost a year in fact. I’ve been thinking, and having dreams, and nightmares about the same person as well. The talent in my eyes, and the voice in my…

Lips

I’ve never had a first kiss that meant as much as your lips on mine, the taste of the tips of our tongues intertwine, every time I’m missing your taste, and you kiss me like the way you kissed me that day, with the passion you beg me to stifle, and ask me not to…

Self

Who knew I had trust issues? Afraid of my own reflection, and questioning everyone’s intentions. Seeking out a solitude, friendship, in people that matter. People that care. People without the disgression to hide what they truly yearn to share. I’m growing up, and that’s the most difficult to admit because the moment I stop claiming…

Manifest Fantasy

A few years from now I’ll bump into you in a bar in a lonely city. I’ll be in love with the lights, and the buildings. You’ll have grown up a little bit, maybe you’ll be infatuated with someone that loves you back. Maybe you’ll be sleeping with girls without boyfriends. I’ll be emotionally stable…

Wasting days

What a sad boring reality it is, the town you’ve lived in all your life, with the same people with different faces and interests wasting all your time. They’ll never get out. Even if they move; they’ll always be stuck with their flaws, and personalities of ruin, and maybe I will too. Not with my…

death is our only friend 

I relive that car accident every time I drive home These back roads a constant reminder of the fear that comes with this contentness in being alone  I’m back there in my hospital bed Weak and as white as the demons in my head What I would have gave for just a piece of toast …

Streetlights 

I told you one night we were going for a drive, you were hesitant, but we still did. You followed me out to my shiny white car, and we drove and we drove and then. I took you to this spot in the middle of the road, that one with the super cool view, and…

Desolate 

You’re the one I want to be with when I don’t want to talk to anyone. You’re the one I think of when I’m proud of myself. You’re my friend. The one with an ego, the one that broke my heart, but the one who might’ve loved me. Altruism lacing your intentions making actions hard…

I talk too much. All I care about is momentary bliss This isn’t it. It’s all blown out of proportion. I miss my friend. I can’t stand this. I won’t miss it when I’m gone. I’ll stop writing about us. About this. About you. I’m done.