and maybe it was for the best
some of them
had selfish intentions
but when you cannot see
or understand the loneliness
remember, i gave up friends
i make myself very happy much of the time
don't you doubt that
two steps forward, one back
it's always 20/20, especially when it comes to jobs, men, or life in general.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
we're all looking at a different picture
through this new frame of mind...
it only rains enough
to make things humid and dense
the air slightly suffocates,
potholes forming tiny lakes
i don't want to sleep alone
so i stare at the ceiling
only read it once a day
oh, the things i could say
it only rains enough
to make things humid and dense
the air slightly suffocates,
potholes forming tiny lakes
i don't want to sleep alone
so i stare at the ceiling
only read it once a day
oh, the things i could say
Thursday, June 16, 2011
holy crap
this day job is killing me
killing me
burning holes into my brain though
this over-sized monitor.
seriously, want to go outside.
killing me
burning holes into my brain though
this over-sized monitor.
seriously, want to go outside.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
my corner of the internet
you want erotic?
remember that time you fucked me in the kitchen
and you didn't ask
because you didn't have to
remember that time you fucked me in the kitchen
and you didn't ask
because you didn't have to
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
i'm not a jealous person
just disappointed
i wrote some really salty lines of prose
and then kept editing
and editing
i know maybe you're just trying to find some readers
but it still makes me feel like vomiting.
because i love you
and i write poem after poem
and you write songs
about girls with skinny waists
and i want to be your muse
but sometimes i guess i don't move you
you listed in your own words, a harem,
but for you,
i'd run to the moon
i wrote some really salty lines of prose
and then kept editing
and editing
i know maybe you're just trying to find some readers
but it still makes me feel like vomiting.
because i love you
and i write poem after poem
and you write songs
about girls with skinny waists
and i want to be your muse
but sometimes i guess i don't move you
you listed in your own words, a harem,
but for you,
i'd run to the moon
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