January 2010
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We could have spent forever in bed, but the days simply aren’t long enough and it always feels like there is something wrong. You were sleeping and I was paying attention to your face and your steady breathing. I didn’t love you any less, all I honestly wanted to do was hear your heart thump underneath your skin. I wasn’t ready to let go, but I saw it slipping away and your grip wasn’t as...
i can say it as easily as the rest, and i’ll be part of the nights you threw away. let the alcohol talk for you, bullshit is a language and you’re fucking fluent. filling the cracks with old cement, light doesn’t need to shine through, not this late. i’m waiting to see if your eyes roll back and i’ll wait even longer to hear you mutter my name. time is all that is...
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you pick me flowers, you call every morning, you know when I’m going to laugh at you, you hold my hand and kiss me in the isles of stores, you let me lay on your arm all night without moving me, you let me sing even if it hurts your ears, you wake me up when we’re sleeping just to kiss me, you always kiss me when I tell you not to, you know I don’t mean it when I tell you to...
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Busy does not even begin to describe my life recently. I shouldn’t even be writing this now, but it’s a cold, rare winter day and I am drug-woozy, and those are two key elements that propel my blog writing. Time is all we really have, time is all we really want. yeah, that’s all I could get out.
