today is a day that's just like all the others. however, it's a day to remember in my book. today is the first day that i can breathe. and it feels good.

songs worth singing.

killing just to kill something,
just to remind me that i can.
i've lost my memories of faith
there are thoughts that i can't stand.
on being cast out of a house,
a palace on our sides
constructing corners, pleading coroners
a man caught me with my pride.

i've been throwing rocks at panes
but the windows have been wrong,
i've been missing all these nights
but i've learned the words to all the songs.

sing these songs.
please, sing along.

konfusion.

god i miss you.
there are so many words that i can string together to form sentences. so many things i want to convey to you, things that would take years to properly understand.

i just wish we could stand in that kitchen once more with your bare feet on that cold aged tile. i wish we could be quieter than the night. everyone else had gone to bed and we just stood there drinking water out of glasses. an uncooked pizza on the counter just begging to be shoved in the oven. you had been fighting earlier that night and you were drunk, but i knew you were there. you were there more than you had been sober. the alcohol on your breath spoke volumes to me. you had me punch-drunk.

nothing had to be said, and that was just okay. we could just look at each other and be. please understand.

of course you can.
of course you can.

avalon

and when i walked away, i didn’t look behind me. i knew you were there so there was no real point in making sure of what i was already certain of. i never thought i’d step foot in that house again, to be honest. that piano bench. that couch. we just sat there and talked to each other. just like it used to be. i passed over the threshold and saw you standing there. “shit” was one of the first five words out of your mouth. you looked so…at home. it made me feel that way. for the first time in a year and a half, you had your defenses down. you had no guard, and at first it scared me a little. but the more you looked at me out of the corner of your eye and the more we laughed, i felt better. there was something leaving both our skins at an alarming rate over those two hours. those two hours that dragged on and on. it was something that infiltrated the entire living room. somehow though, only the two of us were engulfed in what we let out.

nothing had to be said.

but i was grateful that movie was so long, because i hadn’t seen you as you in such a long long time.

and then i remembered you telling me that the more you saw me, the more you wanted me to stay. and how much that scared you. the end is coming, and you will split in half. i want to help when you need it. because i know you, and you will. “you’re the reason i love losing sleep” because i love you, and you will.

this is what it means to be loathed

i'm sure we've all made mistakes in our lives, and some pass by like chances that slip away from day to day, but some mistakes act as a marker in your life. some haunt you for what could very well be the rest of your godforsaken days. when you do something wrong, you can apologize and hopefully things will level out and the scales will find that zen-like balance again. but it's when you apologize, and nothing happens...that's when you have to drop down to your scraped knees and pray for something. i have done something terrible, and i fear that i'm only going to keep making these mistakes. and that scares the fuck out of me.

i wonder what hate letters and threats would do to someone who isn't me. i wonder what messages that scream loathesome details and wishes of loneliness and eternal unhappiness would do to someone that doesn't think things through to the smallest detail and act on reason. at this point, i think i could deal with the situation if i were the one who was betrayed. but i'm not. i'm the one who did it, and i have to live with that. i honestly think that my conscience lives inside my heart, and knows when i do something inconsiderate, or even mull it over in this infernal head of mine. it knows when i fuck someone over, do something untrustworthy...and it punishes me.

i would laugh if my life were any more like a movie. i would love to see everyone despise me, and cast glares at me. i would gladly catch it all. throw it.


careful what you wish for.

7x8

So I dig my toes into April
In an attempt to just hold on
While the waves of summer wash away
The sand castles we've been living on
We're left out in the open
Stranded here under the sun
Just to build those sand castles back up
Pack the dirt and fight, or is it run?

La da da da,
Just counting down the days
Twiddling my thumbs
And thinking about the ways,

It could have been.
It should have been.
It's done.

I'm so afraid of what's left
What sits here on my plate
These months I can't seem to stomach
These feelings I can't seem to shake.
I'm killing time for what it is
Exposed and baked under the sun
Coffee shops and long talks
I'm happy cause I'm alone.

and sometimes,

And sometimes when you're on
You're really fuckin' on
And your friends they sing along
And they love you
But the lows are so extreme
That the good seems fuckin' cheap
And it teases you for weeks in its absence
But you'll fight and you'll make it through
You'll fake it if you have to
And you'll show up for work with a smile
You'll be better
And you'll be smarter
And more grown up and a better daughter or son
And a real good friend
And you'll be awake
You'll be alert
You'll be positive though it hurts
And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends
And you'll be a real good listener
You'll be honest
You'll be brave
You'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful
You'll be happy