Of course, I know the words to that song
And I know why you are the way you are
I know the way that you think and how you're feeling
And I know you're trouble if I ever saw some

Because I know people like you and I know where this is going
Nowhere good with half a helping of depressing
Throw in a lovesick poet and a broken musician and, god--
What was I thinking?

So don't be surprised to know I'm in love
And you know what?
It might be the stupidest thing I've ever done
But I don't think that I would feel this way
Or write this way
If I wasn't.

i wonder if your brain is like a hot, summer day
with angry bees and frazzled thoughts
and dish soap bubbles and synapses that pop

i wonder if you write the words to your own songs
that you sing when you're tired, broken, and alone
or when it's three am and your apartment's just too ******* cold

i wonder if you wake up dreaming of kings and queens and ghosts
and how life used to be in the bedroom of your childhood house
without any of the rent or the rust or the faults

i wonder if you fall asleep thinking of someone else
someone in black and plaid with dyed and matted hair
because you probably have a type that's maybe not me and it's unfair

i wonder if your heart is always falling apart
because everything has no reason and every reason to do without
no matter how hard someone like me tries or how loud i could shout.

This is the last time I'll pretend I care
I'll hold my head high and dye my hair
This is the last time I'll say I know you
I'll paint grey what once was blue
This is the last time I'll let you go
After all this you won't know
This is the last time I'll be awake
I'm not in your dreams anyway
This is the last time I'll write your name
Every feeling is always the same
This is the last line I'll write about you
Why does "you" seem to rhyme with "blue"?

Cloudy skies and murky air
Stirring anger and breaking fair
Falling leaves and screaming loud
Wind whipping away all our shouts
Our hearts fall with the leaves
When autumn peeks it's face on trees
Rain falls and then it stops
And we all wonder if it will be a little or a lot
As the leaves lose color we lose faith
Knowing that cold is coming to freeze over the mess we made
Lights go quick and dark lasts longer
Summer romances fade away and give us time to ponder
Do we start something new
Or let everything old be done and through
We trample leaves and trample stars
Breaking piles and breaking hearts.

Okay.
Listen here.
Listen good.
I'm not saying most of this is about you
(Though maybe I should)
But I think you can read between the lines
I'm tired of telling my secrets
Is there anything old?
You should know how I write by now.
Is there anything blue?
You should know nothing blue is new.
Sometimes I just write
And don't know what it's about
Not until the end, that is
Good god,
you should see my walls...
So read it for yourself
And stop trying to
figure everything out
You can speak for
a reason
you know
Start writing
Your own
Song
Now
    .

the only thing worse than facing the music in the box
is facing the monsters that come out of the dark
because music pauses and music ends
but monsters creep out of their closets at night to haunt your dreams again
my monsters have a habit of creeping in
dressed as people I used to know and places I have been
but what to know and where to go
when what you're afraid of is everything you'll ever know

Despite everything
There’s something
About
Texting someone under
The table
At holidays,
Hoping no one will
Ask you
Their name
Or
Their status
Because
Despite everything
There’s something
About loving
Without
labels and
Friendship without
Names
And once it’s said
Aloud
It doesn’t mean as much
Anymore

what we love:
those things change/ like hail to snow and snow to rain/we don't realize it now/but we will love it more than before/love the most/love the worst/become folklore

I swear you know a little bit about everything from the end of the world to the past
From Ovid to T.S. Eliot and Rick Riordan
And I think I'm in love with that

I feel like it was probably, almost easier
When you didn't know anything about anything
And I didn't know any better

Because I don't know what I'm doing and the idea of love is a lie
I'm in foreign territory now
And I swear that I won't cry

Sometimes bad decisions are broken hearts in disguise
And demons are just shadows
That make their home in your eyes

You're the worst bad influence and maybe I'm okay with that
I'd drink with you and sleep with you
And maybe I'm ashamed of that

But I want to lay in bed and stare at the bumpy ceiling
Talking about humanity and the meaning of life
Tangling toes in cheap sheets and pretending that I'm not feeling

you know i hate the taste of this coffee
like your name on my weathered lips
it's a little bitter and a little hot
and all kinds of acidic

and the cup is orange and black and white
like i imagine the color of your soul
all kinds of autumn and october
with a whole lot left to know

it breaks my heart and burns my tongue
just like i'll smash the recycled cup
maybe i need to let it go
and just stick to my starbucks

You're totally right
And I think the fact that you know that means we've gone around too many times
While its true
We don't know where we'll be in a year or two
And if there will be rain or if there will be snow
Random fact: I'm bad at letting go
And apparently you are too
And I don't know how this will go of we don't see this through
So I guess I'm more afraid of missing out than getting hurt
I mean we've dealt with a lot, could it even get worse?
It's kind of been a mess since November 19th two years ago
Random fact: even then I couldn't let you go.

it could be an adventure through outer space
inhaling poison gasses and sneezing constellations into place
while scattering the dusty footprints on the planets
riding on the toxic waves of acid tangents

or a trip through the Atlantic in an orange submarine
falling in love or laughing until our eyes bleed
watching life in the real world from afar
under sea level and into his arms

it could be a trek in the forrest in my dreams
picking black wildflowers and catching sunset beams
sleeping under cotton-candy clouds
his broken voice fills my heart and pungent sound

it could be sleeping with the fishes or bathing in mushroom clouds
jumping into the end of the world without fear or doubt
the apocalypse is upon us now
ignoring the protests and the crowds and the shouts

and he and i would be an impossibility
just like all of these other things

I'm just going to sit here and cry
And remember the good times
Like when you bought me flowers that one time
And then we nearly froze to death in each others arms
I know I'm the one that broke it off
But I'm still hurting enough
There was the time when you picked me up late
And we swam in the pool in the dark and it all seemed like fate
Like when we danced until our feet were sore
And I said I loved you, thinking I'd never meant it more
I remember when we just laid in bed and talked
And then you gave me my very first kiss and then a lot
I'm going to miss you so much
And I know you don't care
But it will be a while until I stop crying for you
And pulling out my hair
Never date your best friend, guys
In the end you'll just cry and cry

There’s ink on my hands
And fire in my soul
I’m just a tired insomniac
Looking for someone to call home