After I found out you were dead, I asked if there was anyone with you, or if you’d died alone. They told me don’t be silly. She killed herself sitting in a car alone. That night I dreamed I was with you in that car, holding you, that I was what you wanted out of a lover. That I was there holding you, while you died, and you were smiling. I woke up ( Read more... )

things that no longer make me cringe ( Read more... )

today i walked to where i couldn't do anything but remember.
i had a camera in my hand,
so i subjectively documented the scene about a year later.
i drove home with christ pureka playing louder than my thoughts.
it's a good life, i'd do it all againthis summer i will fall in love ( Read more... )

andrea gibson ( Read more... )

tonight i meet andreea gibson.
i get to listen to her words.

frankly,
i'm fucking stoked.

could i kiss you and make you queen?

music is how i
communicate.

it's the only way i know how to talk about things.

i give up ( Read more... )

it's 95 out.

i'm melting, but that's okay.

it's time to burn this skin onto my body,
to make it stay.

i want to go dancing. slow dancing, ballroom dancing, close, dancing cheek to cheek ( Read more... )