Catch that acronym? Pretty sure we both feel like a song they never listened to the whole way through... like a missed lyric on a mix-tape. Here I stand.. a future king of mistakes, yet still the prince of apologies. Finally found a princess that understands this hideout heart.
I can't wait to continue our lessons in falling asleep.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Transatlantic
"This is not a turn-key romance" I said, as she flipped me off with her left ring finger.
"It's the only one with a vein connecting to the heart," she explained.
Her name was Felicity, the literal definition of "happiness," and she had me... gutted.
We pinky promised to "get transatlantic" with our hearts. Making each other let go. I'm left wondering if she's aware of the way that Lindburgh was the first to cross the Atlantic in flight, with my name on his tail wing?
You are a bubble under water. I'm a soundwave that could collapse you. The unexpected light that follows, and that science can't explain is merely the chemistry in our veins. Let's ditch the lifeguards and feel alive.
"It's the only one with a vein connecting to the heart," she explained.
Her name was Felicity, the literal definition of "happiness," and she had me... gutted.
We pinky promised to "get transatlantic" with our hearts. Making each other let go. I'm left wondering if she's aware of the way that Lindburgh was the first to cross the Atlantic in flight, with my name on his tail wing?
You are a bubble under water. I'm a soundwave that could collapse you. The unexpected light that follows, and that science can't explain is merely the chemistry in our veins. Let's ditch the lifeguards and feel alive.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Petrichor
She's describing the smell of rain as the sun rises over Bethnal Green. I'm doing my best to ignore the time difference, and my insecurities about her co-star. I'm winding down while she's waking up, breaking me in like a hand-me-down.
Diamond eyes for the way she says my name. Her call-time's in 10 and I'm near tears. Breathing out New York as if it's the last thing in these lungs. Shipped my heart to London until November.
I'm only worthwhile in my mind when I'm bleeding from the chest anyway.
Diamond eyes for the way she says my name. Her call-time's in 10 and I'm near tears. Breathing out New York as if it's the last thing in these lungs. Shipped my heart to London until November.
I'm only worthwhile in my mind when I'm bleeding from the chest anyway.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Signing Out To Sign Back In
Your lips, like velvet... match bare canvas eyes that dream of putting clocks to bed. If given the chance I swear we could align heartbeats in precision.. at least long enough to embrace the shaking.
I've got everything packed, with the exception of this death bed that I've built for summer. What's a couple of bottles between us and the fall anyway? Under this Manhattan moonlight I swear to dance with thoughts of you, and the way that I picture you clinging to me when the lightning and thunder collide.
I dare your heart to leave its scent on my collar now that I've been labeled the wolf in sheeps clothing.
I've got everything packed, with the exception of this death bed that I've built for summer. What's a couple of bottles between us and the fall anyway? Under this Manhattan moonlight I swear to dance with thoughts of you, and the way that I picture you clinging to me when the lightning and thunder collide.
I dare your heart to leave its scent on my collar now that I've been labeled the wolf in sheeps clothing.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Me Vs. My Low Latent Inhibition
Stranded in this feeling that someone I haven't even met is wondering what it might be like to know someone just like me. Praying to someday awake and find nothing more than her attempts at trying to make me feel... even though we're surrounded by a world that tells us not to.
The word "someday" could be the happiest/saddest word in the world. It's all a glass half full/empty type of thing in my chest. I just want to make it true. What was once an effort to prove my strength has only made me weak for you.
The word "someday" could be the happiest/saddest word in the world. It's all a glass half full/empty type of thing in my chest. I just want to make it true. What was once an effort to prove my strength has only made me weak for you.
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