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pour me another, the future is stunning.
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[01 Feb 2010|11:41pm] |
hugging my own hips at night-
i'm starving for a reason to close my eyes
i turn my back to you
you never know where my mind is at
sometimes it hides so far down, and so small
and so still
that the tunnels it builds
compete with the size of our problems
and our silence
as a whole, we fall intangible
but separate, i know we could touch upon the points we want
it's so so sad
and it just doesn't add up
i've been waiting so long
and i'm so sleepy with thoughts of sailing on
i
just
don't
want
to
do
this
anymore
i have lost potential in ways that were meant to make it bloom
i have lost face in the motions of trying to forget another
and worst yet, i have lost myself in all of it
in the worst possible way
sometimes i just want to crash the car
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[05 Sep 2007|08:41pm] |
my thoughts are cluttered on the back porch
observing an alley of brownstones and iron furniture
i get caught between the christmas lights
that hang from the necks of fire escapes
it can get so easy to misplace yourself
while daydreaming of your own reality
i remember forgetting to breathe
while watching beautiful things fade
hidden beneath the weight of their own potential
he can usually tell how drunk i am
by the time it takes me to unlock the front door
but i judge myself in other ways
like when i'm looking for pills at four a.m.
or reading books in my underwear
i would love to remember everything
everything
everything!
every word
every freckle
every cigarette i have smoked
in the company of someone real
but i lose it all sometimes
i lose it all inside myself
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[21 Feb 2007|03:00pm] |
awkward minutes
like slipping in the rain
like slipping out secrets
from between your teeth
i hope my mother never knows of bloody nose mornings
or waking up beside the one person you hate
all those mistakes i have made, all those mistakes i keep making
we were an accident
watching planes over logan
take the lessons we couldn't learn
and put them far away
as we drank and drank
and i floated left far enough
to no longer care
and i have decided:
that you can have state street- it's ugly anyway
but i'm keeping the john hancock
we have
a history
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[22 Oct 2006|07:45pm] |
you are beautiful but you don't belong to anyone.
all those nights, that bed, that ceiling,
those windows over looking the bay-
were they ever really ours?
we're only given a handful of years
to be this young and selfish.
we can't be wasting them
looking for something real.
we take what we are offered.
like a new drug or lust or ride home when it is cold.
i miss you in october
when the days start to shrink
and the only thing left to do
is sleep until the spring.
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