my heart is leaving via United airlines
i woke up this morning (for the millionth time). a dream that i cant remember and the beginning of a bad feeling growing in my stomache. it is yet to fade and i only can hope that your okay.
i feel and cold and alone now. i got home and noticed my house is lacking in a certain warmth and when i stepped into the kitchen i took one last bite of the cold eggs with too much pepper. (i still havn't gotten the courage to clean it off yet.) i fingerd a stain on my red velvet couch and wore a TOOL shirt a few sizes too big, just for a little company.
the skin on my cheaks are tight from dried tears. i never cry at goodbye, nevermind, see-ya-later, but every mile we went i could feel my heart stretching across several states and the cold months ahead loomed at me with overwhelming faces. i tried not to cry like you told me to, but i just wasn't stong enough. i'll just have to work on that.
your scent still lingers and i wonder how long it will last. california seems meaningless without you holding my hand. you make me laugh and forget about things (so trivial) that used to make me hide in the handicapped stall of the girl's bathroom, too afraid of glaring eyes to escape. thank you for keeping me warm in such a cold world.
my love, i've had the best three days of my life and i can only hope until october.
i feel and cold and alone now. i got home and noticed my house is lacking in a certain warmth and when i stepped into the kitchen i took one last bite of the cold eggs with too much pepper. (i still havn't gotten the courage to clean it off yet.) i fingerd a stain on my red velvet couch and wore a TOOL shirt a few sizes too big, just for a little company.
the skin on my cheaks are tight from dried tears. i never cry at goodbye, nevermind, see-ya-later, but every mile we went i could feel my heart stretching across several states and the cold months ahead loomed at me with overwhelming faces. i tried not to cry like you told me to, but i just wasn't stong enough. i'll just have to work on that.
your scent still lingers and i wonder how long it will last. california seems meaningless without you holding my hand. you make me laugh and forget about things (so trivial) that used to make me hide in the handicapped stall of the girl's bathroom, too afraid of glaring eyes to escape. thank you for keeping me warm in such a cold world.
my love, i've had the best three days of my life and i can only hope until october.