You're asleep in my arms,
drunk and unaware.
But help me Lord,
for I could hold you close forever.
-it's 4am and you're drunk // a.s.

tell me that you'll love me
even when my skin wrinkles
and my hair is thin.
tell me that you'll love me
when my knees go weak
and my laugh is shallow.
tell me that you'll love me
even when my eyes are sinking and there is no longer a flame.
tell me that you'll love me
when we're old and all we have left is the memories from
when you told me you loved me.
-tell me that you'll love me // a.s.

Why fix your hair
if you know he wont notice?
Why buy new perfume
if you know he will never be close enough to smell it?
Why paint your face with hundred of dollars
if he wont even look you in the eyes?
Why lay awake at 1 am,
staring at your phone
when you know he wont come to your rescue?
Is it because you miss him?
Because you miss his soft hair
Because you miss his musk
Because you miss the way his eyes used to light up when he saw you
Because you miss the way his voice made you feel safe?
Why won't you move on from someone who did you wrong?
-it's too late for why // a.s.

tossed a pebble into the stillness of a pond;
and witnessed the whole of creation unfold

You told me I was your man,
you loved my cologne,
the way I wore my hat.

And so tonight,
you're mine,
in my mind,
I'm going to bed you proper,
lay you down on your linens,
tussle your hair a bit,
treat you divine.

'Cause you're my favorite girl,
you're the girl I dream of,
I have your pictures
to remind me.

I give up.
I'm tired of being someone that doesn't mean anything to anyone,
I'm tired of being helpless and confused,
I'm tired of being tired.
I just want to be full again,
full of energy,
full of hope,
full of ambition.
But I give up,
because I've been tired for a while now,
and I can't seem to find a reason to go on.
-giving up // a.s.