wishing i thought like
a poet, not even
someone with a
job. i’ve never had one.
just a few little
words in text
to tell you that
i love you and that
it is okay for you
to not love me.
it is okay to regret.
it is okay to be sad.
something small to change
the way you feel late
at night with outfits
to decide on.
a way to make you
feel better would
be better than
staying up all night
with no reply.
i love you.
goodnight.
Posted July 14, 2009 at 6:17am
the topic changer of the century
has my heart.
“cheesecake, pizza,
a tamale or two?”
don’t watch that movie,
you know you’ll cry.
good or bad or
happy or sad,
tears have never been
favorites of mine.
a love that i hid
and tried to destroy;
experience should never
be taken for granted.
for believe me when
i tell you,
the alien girl
with edible eyes
can speak as long as
she so wishes;
all the time.
Posted July 6, 2009 at 5:38am
well, i don’t know what to do at all now. i want to talk to jessie, but i think it might be better if i just give her some space. i mean, if she wanted to talk to me at all, she would, right? i hope she does. even if it’s just to tell me that it won’t happen. i just want some kind of answer. even if it isn’t the one i really want.
Posted June 26, 2009 at 7:56am
got so drunk tonight. just michael, ascher, and i’m still drunk. it’s really taking everything i have to not call jessie and inappropriately rant about how much i miss her.
Posted June 23, 2009 at 6:59am
i really really just wish i could read her blog. fuck. it bothers me so much not knowing what she’s doing or how her life is going. i know i’m not supposed to be a part of her life anymore, but i want to be so badly.
Posted June 21, 2009 at 6:40am
god, i don’t want to hang out with ascher anymore. he really just makes everything so awkward. i know he’s in love with amanda or whatever, so that’s just weird. i’m not sure what to do about that on top of everything else.
Posted June 21, 2009 at 3:34am
“Hot breath
rought skin,
warm laughs and smiling,
the lovliest words
whispered and meant
you like all these things.
But, though you like all these things
you love a stone.
You love a stone,
because it’s smooth and it’s cold.
And you’d love most
to be told
that it’s all your own.”
fuck. fuck. fuck.
Posted June 20, 2009 at 11:05pm
all i did today was listen to wilco and okkervil river. what is wrong with me?
Posted June 20, 2009 at 10:56pm
i really miss her so much right now. i don’t even know what i’m going to do anymore.
Posted June 20, 2009 at 8:34pm
i guess i’ll always have long goodbyes. that doesn’t seem to change for me. leaving driveways and taking forever will always be a part of me. it’s okay though. i love that part.
Posted June 19, 2009 at 2:40am
