Thursday, August 30, 2007
I wish I had a billion birthdays all at once
Doubtful. moving down on your list of priorities. i love driving after hours. its not so much as an obsession as a way to hold on. no matter what they won't leave. they won't make you feel small. in their eyes you're larger than this. youre greater than what the naked eye can see. put yourself under a microscope. its easier to forget you. though ive never forgotten. think of me when you sight the smog covering my city. i am lake michigan. i am the broken faces on the streets. i am everywhere. and you are everything to me. i still can't remember a smile that made me feel okay. finally a rest without the birds. without the shattering shivers. without you lurking in the dark. (if only, if only) OJ was never more than a simpson. until now. why can't i breathe? breaking. and hurt and hurt and hurt and hurt.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Techno Death
The wind in the car mocks a touch on my face. you feel most alive when youre close to death. you could almost feel its calm. like rattling in the walls. its never really gone. "lover you should've come over" losing almost feels like winning. until you realise they've won the greatest prize. a hand scraping the back of your shoulder and where did our love go. do away with me. its not that hard to figure out.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
The cold freezes your nose
blast from the past.
or maybe just from yesterday.
sick or maybe just sick in the head
no one knows how it feels
heaving stomachs and aching bones.
i want to rest my eyes on you.
close them around your face
keep you painted behind my eyelids.
pity in the worst form.
shame and fatigue.
youre talking about how you want it all
save some for the starved.
i smell you all around
like a daydream with special effects.
i just wish i could dream you here
or maybe just from yesterday.
sick or maybe just sick in the head
no one knows how it feels
heaving stomachs and aching bones.
i want to rest my eyes on you.
close them around your face
keep you painted behind my eyelids.
pity in the worst form.
shame and fatigue.
youre talking about how you want it all
save some for the starved.
i smell you all around
like a daydream with special effects.
i just wish i could dream you here
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Audrey stole my scene
The end of summer comes down to breaking old habits and starting new ones. It doesnt really matter where you fall on the list, because that side always wins. somehow it always comes back to you. every night it was always you lurking in the dark. you keeping me awake. the road we pave only gets better with time. to me ive never said a truer sentence. to you i probably make all sence of a 2 headed coin. no matter. call heads and you always win. always.
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