for the moment

You’re worlds away from me, standing 2 feet infront of me.

I miss you, and you’re right beside me.

I never talk to you, and we’re sleeping in the same bed.

Distance like miles, in a few feet

I don’t know who you are anymore.

Music

I no longer believe you can define someone in anyway by the music they listen to. The reason I’ve come to such an absurd conclusion is because I looked at myself. I listen to a variety, and I can’t connect completely to any of it.

I..

Nevermind. Lost it.

Suicide

You know, I never dwell on it. The idea doesn’t introduce itself as interesting, and it just doesn’t seem like a good idea. But, when it is a weight on my mind, it’s when I’m happy.

I’d want to kill myself happy, to die happy.

I think of you, and you make me happy, and I want to be shot straight dead here and now, cause you never know when you’ll be happy again.

You make me happy, you know you do.

.

I am not sure as to what I am suppose to feel. I have nothing to complain about and everything to be thankful for.

I’m a pothead

What do you do, when you’ve smoked your last bowl? You sit back and watch the smoke fade away, that’s what you do. And in the smoke you see yourself You, you try so hard, to convince yourself you’re happier down there Watching every good thing in you disappear Like the washed up remains of a broken ship that once sailed high on the waves I don’t want to be a pothead, So I’ll lie and say I’m not. But, none of it matters, even if all the others are fooled because, I still know the truth And I don’t like it. I think it’s the worst ‘shade’ I could ‘wear’.

-just a moment- (no title, yet.)

Dip your fingers, in and over my skin

Hide a sullen grin

In a dim-lit room lovers call heaven

Flutter dry eyes, lush lips

Senses explode

Boom, boom

Arched posture defines character

In the scenes they preforming what we call ‘love’

To a naive girl who claims trust after the first date

Where she whispers she’s in-love into the wrong fate

Brilliants mind gone gullible 

From the tingle that vibrates inside

To a heart that beats

Following moments of expression

For love is naive, ignorant, even some say

A curse cast on young days

But ignorance is bliss

Count lovers blindness, in

10:29

I’ll lay you down in a bed of roses

and sharpen the thorns

Apologies make more sense when there is pain

In the creases of dried hearts

Regret burns streaming through

You though you were cold enough

Frozen is just not enough

Melt.