you do not deserve these words. you are not worth my writings. you are not worth the knuckle cracks and ever-moving arthritis, th...
Showing posts with label Summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Summer. Show all posts
this
you told me you were a shell to crack, but most eggs break easy; you're more of the titanium type, but I thought I had mo...
24 scars later
I've got 11:09 tears on my steering wheel. I've got a tight heart pinned to my ribcage, waiting for 17-year-old Me to make an a...
cigarettes & diamonds
I never wanted to be a sinner, but I never fit like a saint. My edges are hard like rock and cold like ice that never melts. I hear t...
spring
Remember when we built walls? Out of brick and wire and metal and glass. We built walls around our trees and our toys to keep the...
kissing drafts
you were my first kiss. my basement-closet-kiss that put a dangerous hue on 13 years old. I couldn't tell you the color of your eye...
Letter to T:
You found me on the bleachers because of a song we both liked. You found me on the bleachers because God waved you over with my fingert...
because 'I love you' isn't good enough
It isn't long enough, or short enough, or valid enough. 3 words 8 letters enough to kick him in the groin and catch her o...
sidewalk-ers, etc.
I've never liked the boys that take the sidewalk. I liked grass-cutters and fastest-way-there types of people, whose shoes matche...
thoughts before fall strikes
I want to talk about the last taste of summer, how the trees are slightly tinted and how people's lives start over in the fall w...
fireworks:
sound like gunshots but more beautiful than war. that's only proof that the things I love still scare me.
last words (for this phase in life)
eternal/internal camping
Today I didn't want to leave. And I love to camp in the rain but the stars are more worth sitting by. We should've know...
august
I pity the fools that fall in love with August. They say fresh start is like clean laundry: twanging detergent, sharp and warm with ...
listening to The 1975
This is for the days that are 64-mile marathons when your words get lost on the way out songs that go down the wrong windpipe ...
to the next.
Don't be mad at me for writing this. I got sick of lonely after I found the difference between 'finding yourself' and 'fo...
At the end of the day
Today I saw everything. Not glowing-epiphany everything, just all the hazard signs in a dorm where Trey Dye walked in with cleats on...
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