Why couldn’t I have just stayed an idle masturbatory fantasy. You make me wretched. I see you in the corner of that room and your weak attempts to feign distraction don’t hold up. Sometimes I tug at my hair and wish I could’ve told you to go fuck yourself at first sight of you developing any false sense of romantic feelings.

I used to dream of taking you to the shower and having you in worst ways but I would wake up and my senses hit…no,no,no.

For someone who writes all day, once I read what you’ve said I never know what to say in return..

“There’s just nothing here to hold on to
Baby, nothing to hold on to”

Everyone says I sound so sad in my writing as if I’m in mourning or in pain.
I write to embrace everything I feel. But those feelings are only temporary.

I’m going to sleep, but it’s already morning.

I have bitten into a freedom so sweet it drips like nectar down my chin.

I look how I feel when I’m with you.

I see myself at 8 years old
I’m on the couch but no one’s home
My mom’s not around, my dad’s out of town,
‘Cause I don’t want to be anywhere else but home

Summer sound

So enticed by the romance you prescribe.
I could nearly die resting all my cares in you.
With the blink of an eye I realize,
It can’t always be so good.

Lying next to my best friend,
I’ve missed you.

chew marks…

I stayed up with my two friends leaving for Massachusets this morning.
Driving away I expected to turn and talk to him.
But instead he was in the rear view mirror.
Until we meet again.