14th February 2012
Good morning beautiful and happy valentines day.
Right now, it’s 3:18am and that god damn soft, bare body that makes me weak is gently pressed up against mine. You’re sleeping, snoring, fixing your hair and occasionally dribbling on my arms… I just want you to know that I am here, enjoying, appreciating, loving and am intoxicated by nothing other than you. Sleep tight, princess.. You’re my dream come true.
December 31st:
Each year we hope for the new year to be bigger and better. But let’s face it, time doesn’t change anything, you do! Do something, absolutely anything. Just don’t be wishing the same thing 365 days from now.
December 5th:
I’m a fuckup and it’s killing me.
December 3rd:
Since the beginning of my time, every night when I see a shooting star or when I glance down at the clock and it happens to be 11:11, I have wished for the same thing. That wish washes through that smile I love so much, and sits upon my own. When I whisper my wish tonight, much more will be entwined as my time did not start ticking until you looked up into my eyes.
November 25th:
People are always going to try and tear you down, but the level of their success is up to you. You could do the most beautiful, selfless thing in the world and people would still talk badly about it/you. Society sucks. It makes me sick.
November 8th:
I feel as if I need to talk. You know that feeling when you have something you want to let out? I want to rant, ramble and rave just to remind myself that at the end of the jury’s verdict it is indeed just a story; my insane story. It just all feels far too current.
November 7th:
What I thought was one day of this has turned into five… I feel as if I have so much power, yet unable to pull it out the core of my chest. Why would one encourage the rebirth of repressed memories? For what? A smirk of reconciliation? I want to set it free to break your freedom, but my position would be deemed cruel. I’m nothing more then evidence.
October 30th:
Presence gently placed my heart back into my chest. With a flash of that god damn smile, you blew a kiss, exploding it into fireworks. Up my throat, and to my eyes, you know you felt them too. A kiss goodnight and a kiss goodbye interrupts them all and cuts your highs far too short. Turn around and look at your hands, my love, it is there you hold my heart. I’m with you always, as you are the one that is always gracing my mind. This isn’t something to frown upon for as we have stumbled across something magical… So run with me, beautiful girl, and let’s embrace it all.
October 20th:
The smell of your skin, the touch of your lips, the sound of your songs, the birth mark on your ribcage, the changing colours in your eyes, the hair that lines your face, your tiny hands against my chest, the beating of your huge heart, the dent in your nose, the dents everywhere else, the two freckles on your leg, the humorous laughs, the silent whispers, the look I catch, the look you catch, the emotion in your voice, the constant competition, the hair standing up from your neck, the home on the back of your shoulder, the talent inside you, the talent you show, the width of your belly button, the strength you withhold, the steps you taught yourself, the sound of your awakenings, that god damn smile, the girl you were, the girl you are, the words you mess up, the pools of dribble, the way you’re always in thought, the jawline, the cheekbones, the legs, the eyelashes that go forever, the fingers between mine, the little cute things you do, the things you don’t want people to see, the love for your likes, the acceptance of being more, the giggle, the rumble of your stomach, the feeling of you under my fingertips, the small steps, the long creepy arms, again, the huge genuine heart, the telling of the time, the way you look up, the high pitch squeak, the snores, the determination of your future, the way you take up the whole bed, the way you pout, the sound of your sighs, the smell of your perfume, the knots in your hair, the claws you retract, the warmth of your waist.. Your beauty, your existence, your heart on your sleeve. You. All of you. I love that. I love you.
October 17th:
Oh, hi. Fuck.
4th of October:
“Here, here’s a letter, don’t read it. It would make you insane.” I tore open the pages and found my frozen fingers dragging along the jagged inked lines. Inside your head I made my mark and those beautiful demons guided me your way. My feet wouldn’t stop until my fists were red raw. You shoved me back after you spat veil words at the floor. Chin up, m’dear, this is your chance to live forever. The ghosts of children sat silently on the edge of the streets and the wolves didn’t howl at the moon whatsoever… I wrapped my arms around your chest as your hands closed murderously on my neck. The calendar has fallen aswell as I once did, such a lovely wreck. A second, a minute, a dosage or two, you forced my own fingers down my throat, i could see you enjoyed it, didn’t you! Up against the piano you kissed once more. Blood dripped off the tip of your nose, all over my high hopes, so I smeared it to the left and whispered my love to who I do adore. You started to smile crookedly when in that moment I realized… I gave our power to my doubts and I threw exploding crystal at the ground. I meant what I said, and I still do. Come take the trip, its on the tip of your tongue, we’ll stare at the trains, completely insane and watch them pass through. For you I will not seize; battered, bruised no more. I shake my head, bringing her to her knees, that stupid fucking whore. She does not take control of the time inside the place anymore. So go ahead, reif on those strings and sip on your can, I’ll meet your lips where it all began.
September 20th:
My eyes opened, in sync my lips fell full and loosely apart. My fingers untangled themselves slowly from the white sheets that were crushed inside my fist. From the cotton and to the skin on your back, my nails dragged up to your neck… I pulled you down to refresh the taste of your lips on mine, not long before the interruption of the moans that built from a whisper. My chest, my stomach, my waist and to my thighs; even the pit of my stomach wanted you. Our naked bodies moved with each other. Your hips rolled back and forth. My entire body intoxicated with pleasure as you pulled on my hair and bit down on my neck. I guided your soft, determined hand between my thighs and under the black lace underwear that wrapped around my waist. Consequentially, you returned the favor and guided my body to tense up, my back to rise up off the bed, and to return the sheets into my firm grip. I caught up with my breath as you held yourself up on top of me smiling when it started all over again.
September 11th:
This fossilized tragedy still puts me in complete shock. Rest in peace to those who lost their lives and continuous faith to those still struggling.
September 9th:
Sitting with the raw bone of my back up against this familiar brick wall, I gaze upon your hands passing sweet lies to your lips. Your fingers entwined, slowly warping, molding and shaping the gossip that floods the streets of Neverland. Each word pulls a little harder on my strength, sliding me across the wall, ripping open my skin and shaving away at my spine. Who would have guessed that a sharply thrown whisper would know more about me than you, yourself do. Silly, misguided fox, you have lost your way once again… Although this time, I am not here to correct your path, nor forgive you. I’m going to tilt my head back and laugh. I am here to kick your feet out from under you, step on your tail and watch you agonize and squirm. Just remember my dear old friend, second star to the right, and straight on till mourning.
September 1st:
Wipe away the blinding stares and make your way into the sky stones that make my eyes.. “You are mistaken, delusional and lonely. You do not and cannot love me” you feel my lips whisper across your naked stomach. Confused, offended and hurt, you’ll let me pull your body up, and into my kiss… Letting go and holding your tongue; anything to be closer, but m’dear, I’m far, far away.
