I suppose that crisis I predicted is growing in me slowly, today. C talks to me often, we both talk to each other. After a loaded conversation this morning about fights we had, about sex, about things we miss - about getting drunk and saying the things we keep inside during these casual conversation - he messaged to ask how my day was. Part of me ( Read more... )

That's a lie. I don't hope you're 'well and everything'. I hope you miss me until your heart breaks.

And I think that you are for me.
I don't think you'll be able to go back to her. You will miss me. I'd just like you to try, and get it over with ( Read more... )

And the fast blood
Hurricanes through me,
And then it rips my roof away
with her fire heads.
This is the longest kiss good night.

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Breakups bring out the Frightened Rabbit in me. I end up listening to this album on repeat ( Read more... )

I don't feel at all motivated. I find it hard to care about work. I missed you last night, when I fell asleep under the blanket. "You keep on trying to break up with me," says Kirsten Dunst's voice in my ear, "and we're not even together." "...We're not?!" There was a part of me that thought this was it. This was my best friend. Maybe this was the ( Read more... )

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Had an enormous fight with C. I booked us a nice dinner last night at the Fox and it all just fell apart. So we were that couple, having a quiet domestic in the restaurant while the waiter kept coming up to ask if we wanted dessert. Then we went home, and had a chat on the sofa - I said some things I think I was brave to say, about the future, ( Read more... )

Five years ago today I landed in New York.

and no young girl was claiming me,
and naming me,
and destiny gets nervous.

I want to invite you over to dinner. I'm dancing round it. We said we should spend less time together. Eventually things will go back to normal and in the meantime we should keep to ourselves. No more indulging in the between-the-lines beauty of Spring.

One must carry oneself with a singular, simulated grace.

I'm nervous about going home ( Read more... )