Catching You Up to Date.

These are my favorite pieces that I created this summer/spring.
Everything from here on out will be new, for the most part I think.





lying in bed, i look back on the day. when he asked me how it was going, i should have never said fine. i should have told him he lost the right to ask. thinking back to the look in his eyes, i know he didn't care if the world was swaying with every breathe i took. he was only pretending to keep an option open, because he knows i'm the only girl stupid enough to love him as raw as i did.

there's a pattern to knowing he's the one. your throat in comparable to the gobi, and lips stick together like they've never been separated. heat starts in your toes and works its way up to your cheeks, reddening them as if they're rouged up for a night on the town. you may not have known it, but there are tiny cocoons laying in wait for your eyes to meet. as they do, tiny butterflies begin to emerge, beating their wings to the beat of your increasing heartbeat. as he walks your way, your eyes burn his profile into every memory you can recall just in case he decides to turn around. he'll smile, and you know it will be all you think about through out the day. finally, you'll manage to murmur a hello and he'll interrupt it with a kiss that will make your spine tingle. when he takes your hand to turn away, you know this isn't a pattern like plaid, but a pattern you never want to fade.

I want to be healthy for someone. I'm sick of love being like a drug. You should never think you need someone, and they should always be there for you. I want to be someones' air, or maybe even their sun. I want someone to know that when there are clouds, that the sun will always be there when they pass. Perhaps if I had a sun, I wouldn't be fighting an eclipse all of the time.


Once I had a million dreams, and gave each and every one of them to you. Once upon a time, I also flew. However like the sounds of a locomotive escaping the dark, the sounds of your sorrow always knocked me out of the clouds. I want my dreams back, and maybe you'll just tell me that I'm crazy or seriously confused, but I've grown tired of the feelings that we knew. All those times I apologized to make you feel better, but now I've outgrown you like a pair of ugly shoes. I'd rather be alone relying on a paper boat in the rain, instead of you. I'll leave you with some great advice. Never do what you want to do, because you'll destroy yourself like sometimes cowards do. Find a sun to come up because it wants to shine for you, not because it knows your constant need of proof.



Words to cut my lips, I love you. If only I knew what I would say to you. You'd hear the mumbles of words, and ask me what I'm saying. I'd only know to say that I was just barely breathing.