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You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. ~Ray Bradbury

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

they say that true love hurts

well this could almost kill me

young love murder, this is what this must be

i would give it all to not be sleeping alone


Friday, April 1, 2011

Tuesday, March 29, 2011


It's not a silly little moment,

It's not the storm before the calm

This is the deep and dying breath of this love that we've been working on.


We're going down

And you know that we're doomed

My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room.


Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Baby, I have no story to be told,
But I've heard one about you and I'm gonna make your head burn.
Think of me in the depths of your despair,
Make a home down there as mine sure won't be shared.


Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Well I've been afraid of changing
Because I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder,
Children get older

And I'm getting older, too.






Monday, March 7, 2011

This is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night
And I'd go back to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right
I'd go back to December all the time

These days I haven't been sleeping
Staying up playing back myself leaving
When your birthday passed and I didn't call
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times
I watched you laughing from the passenger side and,
Realized I loved you in the fall
And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye


Sunday, March 6, 2011

GO AFTER HER. FUCK, DON'T SIT THERE AND WAIT FOR HER TO CALL. GO AFTER HER BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU SHOULD DO IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE. DON'T WAIT FOR THEM TO GIVE YOU A SIGN BECAUSE IT MIGHT NEVER COME. DON'T LET PEOPLE HAPPEN TO YOU, DONT LET ME HAPPEN TO YOU, OR HER. SHE'S NOT A TELEVISION SHOW OR A FUCKING TORNADO. THERE ARE PEOPLE I MIGHT HAVE LOVED HAD THEY GOTTEN ON THE AIRPLANE OR RUN DOWN THE STREET AFTER ME OR CALLED ME UP DRUNK AT FOUR IN THE MORNING BECAUSE THEY NEED TO TELL ME RIGHT NOW AND BECAUSE THEY CANNOT REGRET THIS AND I ALWAYS THOUGHT I'D BE THE ONLY ONE DOING CRAZY THINGS FOR PEOPLE WHO WOULD NEVER GIVE ENOUGH OF A FUCK TO DO IT BACK OR TO ACT LIKE IDIOTS OR BE ENTIRELY VULNERABLE AND HONEST AND MAKING SOMEONE FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU IS EASY AND FLYING 3000 MILES ON FOUR DAYS NOTICE BECAUSE YOU CAN'T JUST SIT THERE AND DO NOTHING AND BREATHE INTO TELEPHONES IS NOT EVERYONE'S IDEA OF LOVE BUT BUT IT IS THE WAY I CAN RECOGNISE IT BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I DO. GO SCREAM IT AND BE WITH HER IN MEANINGFUL WAYS BECAUSE THAT IS BEAUTIFUL AND THAT IS GENEROUS AND THAT IS WHAT LOVING SOMEONE IS. THAT IS RAW, AND THAT IS UNGUARDED, AND
THAT IS ALL THAT IS WORTH ANYTHING, REALLY.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


As for loneliness, she greets me every morning.



When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you


Thursday, February 3, 2011

I bet you'd never guess who I saw tonight
Guess you didn't see me in those low dim lights
I knew who she was by the ring still on her hand
Sure looked like you still wanted to be her man

So I guess that means that things are better
Must not be so bad at home
I thought it looked like you were leaving,
But it don't

And I heard you tell her you still love her
So it doesn't matter what you say
Saw it all
From a table away










Saturday, January 29, 2011

You're stubborn like your father, right? You've got your mother's wild side with just enough affection to wrap me up tight, and you should know you're all I see when my eyelids close and I fight for sleep. Your pretty face is painted on inside my brain and I could never shake you. So I'll get to the point and cut the suspense short.

It's you. You make it worth it. Worth waking up in the morning.



Thursday, January 27, 2011

Although there's a pain in my chest

I still wish you the best with a


FUCK YOU!