the sad truth about nearly all boys, nearly all the time:
we’re all just tryin to bust a nut
Love is infinite
Love is timelessLove will always be.But our love,is momentary,is fleeting,will one day be lostamong the infinite.
I can’t tell
whetherI don’t trust youorI don’t trust myself around you
Is love just an addiction
to coexistence?
Would you go with me if I felt the need to fly away?
I know you understand the weight that the burden of your hometown’s past carries,and the ways of its omnipresence in our patch of the world.Would you pick up and go with me?I don’t want to leave to forget,I want to leave to see different things.Things nouveau to my eyes,Old things of the earth.Would you go […]
Sneaking glances,
stealing touches,we’re on different pagesof different booksbut somehowthese chaptersi n t e r t w i n e . You and I are something.
it’s been eleven years
and I still haven’t writtenthat poemabout yousleepingin an old wooden chair maybe tomorrow…
a trivial travesty
a table turnedbridges burnedthrough addictive maladycommon flaws are what separate uscommon flaws are what create uscommon flaws are what sustain usentertain us
I’m sorry ***,
I never realizedwhat I meant to you. What you’ve done to meand what I’ve done to youis joyis painthere was weaknessand there was hopethere was sorrybut lots of joy.It hurts to moveit hurts to thinkof youwithout you.But sometimesthere’s more solacein the sanctuaryof solitude
No rest
only the faint dissipatingbut piercingscent ofmango fleshand an emptiness emanatinga permeating sadnessis all my bed has to offer
