June 2010
1 post
I spoke those words, not as a lie but as a wish
May 2010
3 posts
‘Into My Arms’ started playing while we were kissing,
but i turned it off.
It was too intense,
for you and I
you clutched my left foot, hard
right before you came.
i pushed you off me and stormed out of my own house.
that’s what he always did;
i wish he wanted me like you do.
i’m not quite sure what i’ve gotten myself into,
i’m not quite sure of much these days.
my life is a long line of my regrets, threaded together to form a fraying piece of string.
i ruin things like it’s my job.
i look back at my threadbare life and see all i could have had, but turned away.
all i have ruined, knotted and tied to me; threatening to stretch taunt and...
April 2010
5 posts
your scent is alluding me,
i can’t remember;
the harder i try the more i realize that i am alone
that i and my senses are alone
and cold
and desperate
March 2010
7 posts
“When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via chemicalspills)
this is so out of character; how can i forget you?
perhaps it would be easier to forget myself, to lose my mind;
pass me a beer.
i can’t smoke a cigarette because it tastes too much like you.
February 2010
5 posts
Quitting You
I think I could quite easily convince myself that it had all been a distant dream; perhaps that you had died or gone away indefinitely. If I really lost my mind you wouldn’t have to exist in the first place and then my skin where yours had brushed or clutched or held or scratched or kissed or stroked or tickled or poked would stop tingling. I could quit you.
I'm not as happy as I thought I was,
I’m not happy at all.
January 2010
2 posts
December 2009
6 posts
November 2009
8 posts
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it “Chops” because that was the name of his dog And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born...
“I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I’m here.”
– Sylvia Plath (via thingsgohazy)
October 2009
12 posts
So let’s take this from the start, you’ll be me...
Look famous. Be legendary. Appear complex. Act...
(via styleandsubstance)
“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just...”
– Sylvia Plath (via havefuntoday) (via marycontrary) (via christinels)
September 2009
48 posts
