Manchester

Flipping cards like some sort of magician. I wish I knew you when you actually believed in it. Magic.  Advertisements

Misunderstood on purpose 

When night fall everywhere is just as dark, You’ll feel the same eeriness wherever it is you are. You’ll watch your shadow like a hawk as if it can jump out and grab you. The goal, consumption. Neon is my only friend, loneliness my gift. 

U and I together 

Suicide is the morning cries tangled in confusion from one more bad night. Suicide is that emptiness in your chest, and pain in your stomach when you realize all you do is hurt the ones you’re in love with. Suicide is the pressure from a lonely room crippling you from getting out of bed. Suicide…

Black and white cookies

Thanks to you I learned the art of drinking by myself at hole in the wall bars where the bartenders don’t  care who’s ID they’re  scrutinizing when they card.  Black-and-white cookies in the cart remind me of you falling before I re-start to realize the truth you might never be with me, before I overthink,…

Glass

Those glasses impair my perfect vision. You’re dying I know, My empathy I refuse to extend. Because trying to live is all I have left when from every perspective I already feel dead.  Knowing is dangerous, so I’ll pretend I don’t.  I am a corpse, and you continue to prod and poke. This isn’t a…

Killing Time

I’m on a steady decline. Getting tired of drinking and hanging out in all the same rooms. With people who all wear 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…