A spiral of fire
Whispers quickly in the wind.
A boy stands down,
The bridge is falling.
You go unread,
I’d rather fight.

Give me sorrow, he said,
Justify my pain.

A moonlight transfixion,
of everything unsaid. 

I did not know.
I did know.

Remembering that afternoon grey, 
brings me to tears everytime.

Emptiness on the six.

But then I think about that night,
the headlights, the still.

Surreally different now. 
A welcome conversion.

Brilliantly dirty,
An echo of clouds,
Not knowing scares me,
but knowing would feel the same.
But now I know what I want,
And now I know what I need.
Vastly different.
You forget your reason.
Maniacal thoughts.
As fluid as a stream.
I like water.

This is my favorite song.

I have the title engraved into the back of my iPod.

Cause I’m weird.

 

They painted up your secrets
With the lies they told to you
And the least they ever gave you
Was the most you ever knew

And I wonder where these dreams go
When the world gets in your way
What’s the point in all this screaming
No one’s listening anyway

Your voice is small and fading
And you hide in here unknown
And your mother loves your father
‘Cause she’s got nowhere to go

And she wonders where these dreams go
‘Cause the world got in her way
What’s the point in ever trying
Nothing’s changing anyway

They press their lips against you
And you love the lies they say
And I tried so hard to reach you
But you’re falling anyway

And you know I see right through you
When the world gets in your way
What’s the point in all this screamin’
You’re not listening anyway

-Acoustic #3, Goo Goo Dolls.

After midnight
When the crows descend.
They said cover your eyes.
Or don’t.

I will only love you as much as you love me.

I will only hate you as much as you hate me.

I can only give you as much as you give me.

Happy Bastille day.

Witholding thoughts.
Countless nights.
A beautiful compromise.
False accusations.
New faces.
All bright and endearing.
But we preferred the dark.

Sometimes, I like to play games with people. Just for the funs.

But all depending on the person.

There was this guy who stated he was seeing someone, but when he found out I’m single, he proceeded to get excited and say ‘Whatever happens, happens.’

Evidently, his flirting technique was equally as awesome.

In other news I have killed my neck and I dunno how. Overzealous planking maybe.

I knew this would happen.
Hot chocolate swirls.
So much writing.
Childs games.
Generally speaking.
For you but for not.
For not but forget.
Chinese whispers.
You should feel this and that.
You should do this and that.

It was

Worth gold
Worth old
Yet you sold
Out into the cold
You chose to fold
I was told
The worth is mould
But it was worth gold