you are always taking deep breaths but never letting them back out again, I am half flattered to say that you may be on to something here.
1. i have nothing but amazing things to say about you
2.
3. you laugh...
4.
5.
6. and everything is going to the beat.
this week..
razorlines and rose petals
rust and cigarette burns on blue jeans
marzipan and champagne
planning out a trip to paris by the fire and home made chocolate chip cookies
Monday, November 16, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
and i dont want to live this life if i cant live for you
"Please bury me next to my baby. Please bury me with my leather jacket, my jeans and my biker boots. Goodbye. With love, Sid."
longer still
I yearn for the sinew and the lace, that composes your delicate frame.
the love letters get shorter as the winter grows colder.
fingertips that ache to touch the edge of your bed with such a sudden perversion to be cheek to cheek with you, wounded breathing, your laugh, muted by a milligram, the tilt of your head, awkward, I allow your forehead to fall forward, caught by my chest.
and you dont know me by just drowning in my eyes. you need to really fucking lose yourself and crawl under the skin.
times square is burning. and the scene is euphoric, i lose myself in these bass lines and bottles of alcohol , we were never meant to touch, i was never meant to make it out of your bed alive.
the love letters get shorter as the winter grows colder.
fingertips that ache to touch the edge of your bed with such a sudden perversion to be cheek to cheek with you, wounded breathing, your laugh, muted by a milligram, the tilt of your head, awkward, I allow your forehead to fall forward, caught by my chest.
and you dont know me by just drowning in my eyes. you need to really fucking lose yourself and crawl under the skin.
times square is burning. and the scene is euphoric, i lose myself in these bass lines and bottles of alcohol , we were never meant to touch, i was never meant to make it out of your bed alive.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
concerning winter
1. I have a collection of hospital bracelets
2. you asked me If I dream about lavender fields in the winter
3. in this town, the boys of summer never go away
4. i never will forget those nights, i wonder if they were a dream
5. i miss the way the sunlight framed your face, come nightfall you were but a shadow of a man
6. i starved myself for two days
7. these dreams are becoming more vivid as winter approaches
8. i want to visit the museum of modern art before the first snowfall with someone who makes me feel beautiful
9. i want to believe in something again
10. my heart skips a beat when I think about how beautiful your snow angel must be, I hope our lips will meet under a frozen sky in december
skin against snow i crawled following the rabbit to her hollow, beneath the roots and insulation of earth.
2. you asked me If I dream about lavender fields in the winter
3. in this town, the boys of summer never go away
4. i never will forget those nights, i wonder if they were a dream
5. i miss the way the sunlight framed your face, come nightfall you were but a shadow of a man
6. i starved myself for two days
7. these dreams are becoming more vivid as winter approaches
8. i want to visit the museum of modern art before the first snowfall with someone who makes me feel beautiful
9. i want to believe in something again
10. my heart skips a beat when I think about how beautiful your snow angel must be, I hope our lips will meet under a frozen sky in december
skin against snow i crawled following the rabbit to her hollow, beneath the roots and insulation of earth.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
the wanting ache wakes me again
their are snakes in the lavender fields, nursing off the shade
i became the girl becoming a black hole in the corner as everything about you consumes her.
i just wanted to feel the miles under my fingertips, the miles of lavender under my hands
ive been dreaming of you and I
standing at the top of the eiffel tower
mid winter, the lights of the blanketed city are blurred out like expired film
you are just brilliantly illuminated
it gets harder and harder to keep my hands off of you, and my heartbeat steady and slow at these heights
i became the girl becoming a black hole in the corner as everything about you consumes her.
i just wanted to feel the miles under my fingertips, the miles of lavender under my hands
ive been dreaming of you and I
standing at the top of the eiffel tower
mid winter, the lights of the blanketed city are blurred out like expired film
you are just brilliantly illuminated
it gets harder and harder to keep my hands off of you, and my heartbeat steady and slow at these heights
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
i blush as your pen hits the paper and you sigh
dressed me up in her clothes and sent me off into the golden mauve and sparkling wet rain of a morning
the whole town was waking up in the beds of other strangers
but you were no stranger
you were my savior.
the calming effect of his forehead against the small of my back, with pushed up stilettos held up by strong shoulders, this night is something to compare to the resurrection of christ.
this is the nightmare, that takes my breath away
dressed me up in her clothes and sent me off into the golden mauve and sparkling wet rain of a morning
the whole town was waking up in the beds of other strangers
but you were no stranger
you were my savior.
the calming effect of his forehead against the small of my back, with pushed up stilettos held up by strong shoulders, this night is something to compare to the resurrection of christ.
this is the nightmare, that takes my breath away
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