February 2012
You know what hurts most? The seconds in the morning where you’ve just woken up, and for those mere precious seconds, you’ve forgotten the reasons you’re unhappy; the reasons you’re so broken. And then it hits you again, like a stab to the heart, and you remember all the reasons you didn’t want to wake up. Yeah, that hurts.
It’s the quiet night that breaks me. I cannot stand the sight of this familiar place. It’s the quiet night that breaks me, like a dozen papercuts that only I can trace.
retrouvaillesz:
life goes on.
While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. But people...
You’re the closest thing I have to bring up in a conversation about love that didn’t last. But I could never call you mine because I could never call myself yours. It’s not that our love died, it just never really bloomed. No, I can’t let go of you. You’re holding me back without even trying to. I can’t let go, I can’t move on from the past. Without...
Tired of singing sad songs in my head, but I can’t find enough of anything to drown out what you said. And I can still smell summer on your skin, and I can still remember giving in. Wrapped all up in your hips, and in your sheets.
I drink to stay warm and to kill selected memories. Cause I just can’t think anymore about that. And I give myself three days to feel better. Or else I swear I’ll drive right off a fucking cliff. Because if I can’t learn to make myself feel better, how can I expect anyone else to give a shit?
Excuse me while I let your secrets out; does it comfort you to think about how wonderful this was up until now? Cause this is closure once and for all. Oh, this has to stop right now. Cause I’ve been running for my life, and you could never catch me now. So I guess I’ll just get going, I’ve got better topics now. And I’m off to find some blank pages to write all of...
I wish I could I could have quit you. I wish I never missed you, and told you that I loved you, every time I fucked you.
I’ll breathe you in with smoke in the backyard light. We used to laugh until we choked into the wasted nights. It was the best time of my life, but now I sleep alone. So don’t, don’t, don’t wake me up, ‘cause my thrill is gone. You’ve gone and sewn me to this bed. The taste of you and me will never leave my lips again.
the-hanging-tree:
We’re a mess, but that’s fine. We don’t need no time to keep up with the days. Hey, it would be fine if you want to come over at nine. We can lay on the floor and watch a movie that we’ve already seen. Or we can talk and touch with the radio on. We’ll wait for a while ‘til they play our song, then we’ll dance ‘til the moonlight’s gone. We...
“Predictable doesn’t always mean boring. Lust doesn’t always mean love. Near doesn’t always mean close. New doesn’t always mean exciting. Different doesn’t always mean better. Far doesn’t always mean distant. Knowing everything doesn’t make you wise. Knowing the truth doesn’t make you superior. Knowing your problem doesn’t solve it. Sitting between your past and future doesn’t mean...
