there's a big bad moon in a starless night
and I'm thinking of a 1001 things to tell you
but not sending any.
I'm the type of air that wraps around your lungs
and squeezes
and then cries out "I know mouth to mouth
don't leave just yet!"

don't leave just yet.
I see your face around my bedroom ceiling
and you don't wanna talk and I wanna hate you
but I never ( Read more... )

I've learned that friendship tastes like going for random groceries my mom assigned me to get, and picking cafés by the shape of their teacups (you think I'd like the hearts, and you're right). And it won't kiss you on the mouth, but it will intertwine drunken limbs around your shoulders and whisper "you're my favorite of favorites" - and in nights ( Read more... )

I don't know you anymore, I know that now. It's a strange feeling.

I noticed it first when I didn't recognize the way you smiled on a photo - because, well, you never did. And when you wrote it sounded like someone else anyway.

I heard you got a car. I didn't even know you had a license. It's cool, though, it's just weird. I could never afford ( Read more... )