August 2010
28 posts
I’ve never had a bad relationship. I’ve never had a relationship.
This is a metaphor for my love life... →
Through the fire...
You took your hard earned life out of my easy arms, and I sleep through the fire as they sound the alarms. Did you see all the lights as they scatter and flash? Did you feel every burn while I withered to ash? Never knowing what to do, because somebody burned you too.
Cosmic Love...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EIeUlvHAiM
I’m obsessed with her right now. I’m going through it.
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I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
...
Bob-B-Q....
I saw him consumed by his own fire and I also wanted to burn.
I just don’t know any better. Nothing is ever so certain like desire.
Gaga being high... →
Eye to eye...
Eye to eye
On everything,
But where we disagree,
I do so, painfully.
Moon beam...
Oh, hey moon beam,
Shine your gray this way,
Let your silver mystery belie bittersweet epiphany,
While the chrome night lights our bodies in the twilight,
No binary will feel this free,
Both arms around me like purgatory,
And lo, I’m safest in between.
Oh, hey sun rise,
Under bedsheets we shield our eyes,
I shouldn’t go, no, I shouldn’t stay
You never asked for this anyway
...
Hit me with your best shot...
You are not the first shot, the tough and terrible one. You are not the second shot, the rush to be somewhere I’ve been before. You were the third shot; I smile and flirt with a world that dangles on my fingertips.
“I enjoy skinny-dipping, because I’m comfortable in the nude. When I was a kid...”
– Matthew Fox (via brotha) (via rhymeswithreality, myconstantisyou) (via lifeasastoner)
On true love...
True love does exist…but it’s always sent to the wrong address.
Kitten Force 5 →
My brain is kryptonite...
It’s gotten easier to handle Danny now. I spend less time agonizing over his phone number on my touch screen. I don’t wonder as much if it’s right to contact him. I just don’t do it. If I do, I make sure to think as little as possible about what I’m saying to him. Cool strategy, bro.
I am trying this approach out where I don’t let myself contaminate the passion...
