I wish I still felt the way I used to not a specific feeling in particular, but a feeling with feeling for the sake of feeling I'm older and boring and I'm not sure why is it a need for predictability? is it lack of romance? I used to be so romantic Am I still romantic? Do I act like I'm not so people don't think I'm crazy? Is it because I'm married now and he's not that romantic? Sometimes I wish I could feel it again Feel fucking anything again Love and fire It's too warm, it feels good but it's actually an oven He is warm, but he is a scarf Sometimes that feels like enough and sometimes I feel too cold Am I not good enough to be in love with? He loves me, sure But is he in love with me? Am I too much in some way Or am I not enough I stare at the back of his head as I pretend that sure, I have something else to do too I feel like he doesn't see me It doesn't help that his eyes are transfixed on literally anything other than me
If everything was silent for just one second stop making me have to choose anything at all I would curl up in a tight ball all warm and gooey in the sun's rays If I could choose, I would always choose you but I feel like you wouldn't do the same I'm trying not to fill your space but I can't help it when you're not there If I could be better, I would be better I would be stronger and smarter and beautiful I would make you feel like you're alone I'm sure that's what you'd want If time overlapped in the existential byway would it stop everything So I didn't feel like I was wasting time
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Starcrossed sunbathers baskin
Starcrossed sunbathers
basking in winged voices and
sandy breezes
And we can love this way,
Every day, we'll find our place
On stormy beaches
They'll run us out of town
But it's okay cause
We're gonna bounce
Anyway
I am home
Like-minded youthful lovers un alone
Stars who've shown
Lie down in forest heaps in repose
Make it so
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I lost my shorts, I lost my sh
I lost my shorts, I lost my shoe in your hatchback
I lost my body, I lost my mind in your house
I think I'll dive, I think I died in your worn jeans
I think I lied, I'm sure I didn't give out
Are you one in a billion? I'm sure it's the millennium
Keeping us from sinking down
I loaned a book, I loaned a look to your dashboard
All my burned cds strewn under your passenger seat
I got sand in the crevices of your radio
Forgot to throw out all that food I forgot to eat
Am I the one singing? I'm sure it's the millennium
Are you sure that we're winning?
Or are we sinking down?
I'm liking my new hairdo
I'm sure it really fits you
Red ki
Work my shitty job while everyone I know
is getting richer and smarter than me
I find it hard to cope when everything I know
Is falling down and around on me
Is society a mess? I think maybe but yes
I’m too naive to see
That I don’t get paid for love, you get paid for lack thereof
You trade a soul for a few crumpled dollar bills
I am counting on you
To try to stay true
Keep the flame til the end
Break things you cannot mend
Make money not for bills
But to prove that you can
I am counting on you
I am counting on you
Some nights it’ll be real cold
Some nights you will feel real old
Some nights you’ll thin
I walk around all broken-hearted as if I’ve lost so much
And truth is, I have
But it’s nothing that can’t be fixed
With some krazy glue and gorilla tape
And a kiss on the forehead
I bow and cry as if I’m all alone
Because people I love with a bruised heart
forget that if they asked,
I would scrub the earth they walked on
until there were no earth at all
But I have someone to lift me on my feet
To remind my muscles that they need air to breathe
and shuffle me to someplace warm and dry
I’m missing something I can’t quite place
But I think maybe it’s in my head
I think maybe you were in my
you can have it cause I hate it/in a messed up revolution/i am god and you are planets/but you are too dumb to see it/and I hate you cause i want it/but I love you cause I need it/here’s my ego, will you rub it/oh my god/ I am god///
You are too afraid of rhythms/written in the heavens/suddenly they are hymns/ in me/You’re a coward cause you can’t live/I might as well accept it/I am verging on sadistic/you are stepping on psychotic/I am god
It’d do you best to learn it/You are very far from perfect/You barely know what love is/And I’d rather not explain/You’re the baby in my basket/you’re the golden
Summer tears
Stained your pillow
All these years
I have loved you
And finally, I am free
But still your words will haunt me
"Love,
that's a nice dress"
I'm wooed,
but I'm not impressed
You count your love on fingers
It's unlike likely singers
You
you were different
Amused
By the decadent
I know I'll die
Alone but I
Can't help but hope
I'll see you there
I saw your stare
Right in my eye
I saw your star
As it crossed the sky
We'll find a place
Quiet to play
Frozen fingers
They pave the way
I don't know if we are winning
Loving life or if we're sinning
I was lost to do your bidding
Right? Right?
You were sweet when yo
Question something you love
Then admit that you're a mess
Til you can hold your hands to God
and believe in an ending
I know that there's a thirst
That you can't quite quench yet
But can I taste
I mask my wounds to love
I tell her she's a fool
For thinking I'm something I'm not
For making me love you
I'll work it into a song
But I know it won't please you
But I'll try
You can hold your hands to God
Tell him I need you
You gotta give up something you've got
To show you have something to lose
I'm trying to be strong
But it's making me hate you
Can you please just try
Can you make it right
Heaven
Can you help us?
Built up
Ju
I beg to see your thoughts
scribbled on to the back of a bagel napkin
your words, strikingly subtle,
barely legible but certainly not quiet.
Not meant for anyone’s eyes
not intended for an audience, just things
stuff you’ve accumulated through the years
but something not quite finished.
Your thoughts are an on-going project
you work on whenever you have the time
molded and bashed in an artful grace
to take hold of different forms.
“I miss you”
the napkin reads, in a crooked line
“as I missed the stars when I saw the city”
the message is heartfelt and true,
and a little ripped in the places
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I wish I still felt the way I used to not a specific feeling in particular, but a feeling with feeling for the sake of feeling I'm older and boring and I'm not sure why is it a need for predictability? is it lack of romance? I used to be so romantic Am I still romantic? Do I act like I'm not so people don't think I'm crazy? Is it because I'm married now and he's not that romantic? Sometimes I wish I could feel it again Feel fucking anything again Love and fire It's too warm, it feels good but it's actually an oven He is warm, but he is a scarf Sometimes that feels like enough and sometimes I feel too cold Am I not good enough to be in love with? He loves me, sure But is he in love with me? Am I too much in some way Or am I not enough I stare at the back of his head as I pretend that sure, I have something else to do too I feel like he doesn't see me It doesn't help that his eyes are transfixed on literally anything other than me
If everything was silent for just one second stop making me have to choose anything at all I would curl up in a tight ball all warm and gooey in the sun's rays If I could choose, I would always choose you but I feel like you wouldn't do the same I'm trying not to fill your space but I can't help it when you're not there If I could be better, I would be better I would be stronger and smarter and beautiful I would make you feel like you're alone I'm sure that's what you'd want If time overlapped in the existential byway would it stop everything So I didn't feel like I was wasting time
Summer tears
Stained your pillow
All these years
I have loved you
And finally, I am free
But still your words will haunt me
"Love,
that's a nice dress"
I'm wooed,
but I'm not impressed
You count your love on fingers
It's unlike likely singers
You
you were different
Amused
By the decadent
I know I'll die
Alone but I
Can't help but hope
I'll see you there
I saw your stare
Right in my eye
I saw your star
As it crossed the sky
We'll find a place
Quiet to play
Frozen fingers
They pave the way
I don't know if we are winning
Loving life or if we're sinning
I was lost to do your bidding
Right? Right?
You were sweet when yo
Question something you love
Then admit that you're a mess
Til you can hold your hands to God
and believe in an ending
I know that there's a thirst
That you can't quite quench yet
But can I taste
I mask my wounds to love
I tell her she's a fool
For thinking I'm something I'm not
For making me love you
I'll work it into a song
But I know it won't please you
But I'll try
You can hold your hands to God
Tell him I need you
You gotta give up something you've got
To show you have something to lose
I'm trying to be strong
But it's making me hate you
Can you please just try
Can you make it right
Heaven
Can you help us?
Built up
Ju
I beg to see your thoughts
scribbled on to the back of a bagel napkin
your words, strikingly subtle,
barely legible but certainly not quiet.
Not meant for anyone’s eyes
not intended for an audience, just things
stuff you’ve accumulated through the years
but something not quite finished.
Your thoughts are an on-going project
you work on whenever you have the time
molded and bashed in an artful grace
to take hold of different forms.
“I miss you”
the napkin reads, in a crooked line
“as I missed the stars when I saw the city”
the message is heartfelt and true,
and a little ripped in the places
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I hate that I have memories with you
No, I don't.
I hate that we butchered those memories
With bitter feelings.
Freshman year, you were a star
With the biggest smile, you demanded attention
I thought you didn't know me
Because you were so popular and I was so...
Me.
But you'd act all excited when we hung out
And you always came to me with your
"relationship problems"
Which wouldn't have been problems at all
If you had just taken my advice.
(She was a bitch and we both knew it)
Sophomore year, we grew painfully close
I earned the title of "Best Friend"
Mostly because we weren't afraid to be fools
Or assholes.
I always came to
I hate that I have memories with you
Dancing like fools
Kissing under streetlights
In the rain
My heart beating a little too fast for the rest of me
To the point of light-headedness.
Walks in the sunshine
More walks in the rain
Misting our faces
Summers spent at temporarily abandoned schools
We’d meditate quietly and smile
In perpetual peace with each other
And life
And our surroundings
Homework
Not homework
Everything but homework
Esther Short,
My head in your lap
Your mouth whispering
“I could stay like this forever.”
But we didn’t.
Instead we walked over to the waterhole
You doused me in cold water
Something I woul
I hate that I have memories with you
In-class texting
A craving for Fro-yo
And on our first date,
I couldn't stop laughing.
Red cheeks-- blood pumping
I couldn't even look you in the eye
My face hurt with a smile
Something I hadn't felt in a while
Thankskilling-- more laughing
Our first kiss, I was afraid to hurt you
I wasn't sure how braces work.
Duct-taped to the wall,
I fell in love too fast
You followed behind almost too closely
Drawings
Drawings
Doodles
Notes
Dumb pet-names and meme-themed jokes
Lunches
Money
Dinner in change
Missing you in a late-night rage
DJ roombuddy, art in my name
Blast Kid Cudi, rainy day flames
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The Great Collision (Part Two)
A wave
That will bring you back
coughing up the last remains
of everything you loved
You choke
Reach out for something more
Your eyes filled with the sea
They beg and ask for me
Oh, love
Oh, love
Stay still
I cannot kiss your gills
Where once I needed you to sing
Please teach me how to swim
Oh, love
Oh, love
If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?