Your wine stained lips left a kiss
On my coffee cup
Your love stained lips left a kiss
On my coffee chest
I am quite tempted not to remove either

1) a bookstore in May,

2) your apartment in Maine

3) an airport in spring

4) random chinese food place

5) my apartment (2nd floor)

Light peeks through the closed curtains and I wipe the tired from my eyes. The first thought is coffee and what to do today, as if I need to actually do anything on a Saturday.

A somber silence fills the house, it seems that I am the only one here. I welcome the thought of alone time, yet at the same time I wish someone was here.

Maybe someone who genuinely cared of the thought of waking next to me, hell, I'd even take someone who was miserable at the thought.

My body is tired from the week that ended faster than expected and my mind is exhausted from the thought of having to do it again the day after tomorrow. This working for a living thing is proving to be a chore.

These random ramblings from a tired man feel necessary and un-necessary all at the same time, yet I feel better nonetheless now that I have let them leave my thoughts.

Let's get this weekend over with, So a new one can begin.

Why do I always pick the people

Who appear to be save havens

But are really just;

Broken homes?

The air has become cold and brittle once more

And the snow follows close behind

As I prepare for the change in the weather

I can feel my seasonal shadow approaching

And with it, the reminders of the past

Linger ever so closely

But I am not the same person my shadow visited the year before

Will it even be able to recognize me?

I hope not

i'm scared
because i'm
falling in love
with you
                       but i don't know
                       if you're going to
                       safeguard my heart
                                                            and i don't know
                                                            if i could make u
                                                            stay forever
                                                                                           oh god,
                                                                                           i really wish
                                                                                           for u to be my
                                                                                           girl for the rest
                                                                                           of my life.

When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay