fumbeling to make contact

Apr 22, 2009 18:02

i wish i could turn the past four weeks into a song.
at least i can turn it into a tattoo. but then.. i thought by now i'd know what to get, and yet the words still haven't come to me.

sunshine and grocery shopping and boredom and real life is creeping back in. but at least there's brie and rose wine and plans and.. shit, fear. i wish there wasn't. at least i grew.
i meant that hug.
if he hadn't cut me off (which, i don't blame him, he had no choice) it would've been him i missed most, now.

jfc boys, hawaii, my heart

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