January 2011
Then the snow started falling and we were stuck out in your car. You were rubbing both of my hands, chewing on a candy bar. You said, “Ain’t this just like the present to be showing up like this” As a moon waned to crescent, we started to kiss. And I said I know it well
That secret that we know, that we don’t know how to tell. I’m in love with your honor. I’m...
“I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.”
“The way he looked at you. I got it then. He was never using you. He loved you, and it was killing him”
I love you, don’t ever fucking question that, that’s why we’ll probably never get along. If I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn’t need to write these mother fucking songs..
I was crying over you. I am smiling, I think of you; where your gardens have no walls. Breathe in the air if you care, you compare, don’t say farewell
but i'll wait for the day you will see that you...
“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she...”
– Pablo Neruda
