I miss you
I miss the 5 hour long conversations and holding in my farts until I left your house
I miss the feeling of your fingers in between mine and not being able to feel my arm while we cuddled on the couch
I miss the way your breath shuttered as you kissed my neck and how it smelled like **** in the morning
It wasn't always perfect
But it was all worth it
I miss you
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC
I love to watch you walk away from me.
It ****** drives me wild.
I know you think you've got some place to be.
But you could stay for a while.
Ive got green we could burn,
we could sleep the day away.
Live in the moment,
don't worry about yesterday.
*** were high on life with the right kind of attitude.
Up all night till the sky turns bright baby blue.
Were just a couple of kids acting dumb and having fun.
When we look back later in life we won't regret what we've done
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 3:23 PM UTC
lemme see your heart.
i will make it better.
i cant be the ********* that you subconsciously want
but i will be there for you when you need me.
i would love to love you
because that is what will give me meaning in this ****** up life.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 3:02 PM UTC
My mind is constantly occupied by the demons of my past and the omens of my future.
Waging an impossible war, causing sickness, and torturing my conscience without remorse.
I can hear the screaming of the casualties as I take one more sip, hit, or push.
Begging for me to stop, but at the same time thanking me for the temporary numbness
I can feel my heart exploding in my chest,
as if it were trying to free itself from the slavery it is experiencing.
Beat after beat it continues to grow weary and unsympathetic,
Trudging through the chemicals and unrelentless lovers.
all the while receiving no attention or appreciation.
I can feel my soul, beautiful and full of life.
As old as they come, with more stories than I would probably care to hear.
Wise and wounded, healed and broken again.
Becoming tougher and more layered
much like the act of crafting an authentic samurai sword.
Swift and elegant. Waiting to escape this imperfect body
only to move onto another puppet of which it will guide and personalize.
The beauty of these three broken and bruised vigilantes working in total harmony is the most beautiful and awe-inspiring thing I have ever come to know.
I am greatful until the end, whenever that may be.
I will enjoy the life that they have given me,
and I will spread that energy to those in need of it.
As ***** and tired as they may be,
it is more than most will ever have the opportunity to experience
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 2:56 PM UTC