je t'aime*
one way of a thousand ways to say I love you
*because I do

Her:
Tonight, baby, I got in the driver's seat of my car.

Him:
Honey, I knew I said that I wouldn't, but here I am at the closest bar.

Her:
I bet you don't even miss my smile.

Him:
I'd give anything to make her happy again, I haven't in a while.

Her:
He's probably drinking again, getting wasted away.

Him:
Without her, this bitter whiskey is the best part of my miserable day.

Her:
There's no use in being careful anymore.

Him:
I should've never hit that door, now I'm stuck with "what if"

Her:
I wonder if there's a reason I shouldn't drive off of this cliff...

Him:
Now I'm outside stumbling, thinking about flying off of this bridge.


(as the man got closer to the edge of his death, some headlights caught his attention, until they turned and plummeted over the cliff on the other side of the bridge. it was a car all too familiar. and in it, was his only reason to live. with the knowing of what just happened, the man drops his stolen glass of whiskey, closes his eyes, and learns that he really can't fly)

Autumn
It's my favorite you know
The creek or the river softens its flow

The leaves swirl, tumbling no certain way
It's just what they desire
Something so simple can quite oddly make my day

Why Autumns my favorite
I don't really know but how the wind may blow
However following after is snow

oh no

oversized hoodies.
pumpkin spice.
autumn mist.
fainting leaves.
falling in love.

You ever have those awkward moments?
Well my friend, don't feel bad.
The one I just had was guaranteed to be much worse.

it amazes me every day
that some of the most beautiful things
can cause the most devastating destruction.

There’s nothing more beautiful or tragic than loving you.

Our friendship has grown
I knew back then we'd see each other,
Roll our eyes and groan

We were with our friends
When we got introduced
We decided to call a truce

Now we are unseperable
Like peas in a pod
To think we ever hated each other is quite odd

Hold me like only you know how.
Save me from myself and from the things around me.
Keep me warm when everything and everyone is bitter and cold.
Embrace me with your strong, safe arms.
Give me one of your famous (but only for me) bear hugs,
Honey Bear.

Dried tears
from
heaving, heaving.

Broken heart
you’re
leaving, leaving.

Bitter salt
is what it tastes like.
From the ocean,
but her eyes
weren’t blue.

She’s sorry.
So terribly sorry.
For never
being enough.
For herself,
for you.

i didn't even wish for this as some may have
i didn't want this much cold
i don't really care for the lack of water and electricity
especially when the people that wish for snow
have power and things and they don't even know.
working on three inches
and here they have none*
i tell you with this snow, I'm so done.

The color of melancholy
the color of the sea

The color you can look
a color that used to define me

Numbing
the throat
but still I cry
because apparently
the knot in my throat
right before I cry doesn't
mean my emotions are
actually stored there.

Pity.

break my heart and then my spine.
crash your lips upon mine.
take me away, darling so divine.
you cant tell a broken clock to read the time.
beautiful heartbreaker, i love you so.
so much that i close my eyes and still see your ghost.
you break my heart and then my spine, lost: trying to find whats
**mine

coloring in spaces a little to dark
an awful permanent mark

no good for me,
broken you see
and, well we could never be
as we are too similar, see?

as I race to erase
every smudge I will chase

hope
it's over come my other emotions
it's built up
only to be broken down by fools.

hope is awful
it burns my heart and brain
like a bonfire lit with gasoline.

it grows colder in a small room with a fan.
she grabs and holds on to a pillow, as if it were him. as if it were anyone, hugging her back and offering warmth and safety. the artist's lyrics charm her like a snake, and she cant escape them. her nails are chipped and her face is wet. shes still searching.

Through the blur that my tears create,
still your eyes find my flooded ones.

Through my eye sight, which is comically terrible anyways,
you stand out even before my glasses.

Through the darkest nights,
still your voice guides me through the darkness.

Still, I see you.

I compose myself before I speak
because if I don't,
I will scream.

And they never like it
if I don't use
my inside voice.

a set up for disaster
these people I’m
c
  h
   a
    s
     i
      n
       g
after.

When I catch them, I never know what to do.
I guess I’ll smile, shrug, and say
“ha! got you!”