I still love you,
probably more than ever.
I don't think you know, though.
That's ok.
I like this game.
It's new again.
It's a process of rebirth and self discovery,
all the while I have a crush like a schoolboy,
but love like a human.
Clocks won't be able to tell how long I'll wait for you
to love me again,
I'll wait for the sun to burn out,
and if you still close the door,
I'll wait some more.
I regret erasing
notes to you
that were cliche,
and lacked depth,
because in reality
they were nothing but truth.
Here is some truth:
My heart beats faster when I think of you,
I stutter when I'm with you,
I miss you when I'm without you,
My skin gets goosebumps at even an accidental touch,
I understand jokes I didn't now,
I'll watch a horrible movie and actually love it for you now,
I wish I didn't change this late,
I hope it's not too late,
I can still see,
that you too love me,
when we mistakenly lock eyes,
but intentionally stay.
I am yours.
now be mine,
(OH HOW FREEING IT IS TO SPEAK IN TRUTH FILLED CLICHES)
(THE SIMPLEST THINGS MEAN THE MOST COMPLEX THOUGHTS)
like;
I am absolutely in love with you.
(that is a truth)
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
.retteL A
.uoy evol I taht wonk esaelp tub ,siht ees t'now lybaborp uoY
.uoy evol t'ndid I fi yrt t'ndluow I
.gniyrt yllaer ,yllaer m'I dnA
.evah reve I naht eroM
.uoy truh t'now I
.hcum os uoy evol I
.uoy evol t'ndid I fi yrt t'ndluow I
.gniyrt yllaer ,yllaer m'I dnA
.evah reve I naht eroM
.uoy truh t'now I
.hcum os uoy evol I
Saturday, April 3, 2010
(you are) everywhere
van morrison sings me a song
on a pre-made playlist
semi predictable mixes
are sometimes all i can offer
hoping their words
can express my thoughts
i meant all the words they sang you
too many
(items
tastes
songs
movies
etc.)
remind me of you
they're everywhere
so instead of blocking and hiding
i embrace a bittersweet feeling
in hopes to reinstate
the recently lost rush
of a late night phone call
or an early good morning text
you're present through song
and candid photo's
but
my hand is still cold
when i walk to my car alone
(Je peux seulement prier votre coeur rembobinera au mien.)
i feel you in the air
not a feeling easy to dismiss
even if i wanted to.
on a pre-made playlist
semi predictable mixes
are sometimes all i can offer
hoping their words
can express my thoughts
i meant all the words they sang you
too many
(items
tastes
songs
movies
etc.)
remind me of you
they're everywhere
so instead of blocking and hiding
i embrace a bittersweet feeling
in hopes to reinstate
the recently lost rush
of a late night phone call
or an early good morning text
you're present through song
and candid photo's
but
my hand is still cold
when i walk to my car alone
(Je peux seulement prier votre coeur rembobinera au mien.)
i feel you in the air
not a feeling easy to dismiss
even if i wanted to.
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