My words are dead.
But life's no story book.
So we move on.
Beyond the tall tales & broken dreams.

So, it was then that I realized what my summer was made of: Chucks and talk of pretty things. Here is where I set out to find what nobody likes to admit they’re looking for. Here is where I leave behind the whole mess and confront the person I dread.

I'd be lieing if I said I didn't miss those pretty days.
But I guess I've just grown tired of trying to save this.

This is an attempt to save myself.
This is me trying to be okay again.

Dear God ( Read more... )

I know we promised we'd always be in love, but I've sunk so low.

I never set out to be a liar, it just kind of snuck-up on me. And if I could, I'd tell you I was sorry and I never meant to hurt you. But every time I see you fall, I feel relieved.

It's a game I play.

We could go on and act like it was nothing.

Fuck.

Things are tough, but someday we’ll lie in your bed all day, disregarding the rising or setting sun. Someday we’ll dance in the kitchen in nothing but our underwear. We’ll make tee and everything will be perfect.

Thank you for saving me from the things I cannot comprehend.

I’m selfish. I’m probably wrong.

I just want you around to keep my feet ( Read more... )

You've become something familiar. Somewhat like a religion. A touch I've grown to depend on.

I can't imagine any other way. Any other person.

Sometimes I forget to watch my back and end up in some kind of mess I can’t stand to take responsibility for. So I blame some inherited trait that’s been in my family for years. Aunt Carmen could never get it right either. She was always getting restless and setting out to find a world she could fit herself into. Maybe if I would take some time to ( Read more... )