low lights&trick mirrors

Wed, 13 Apr 2005 16:17:41 GMT

Sometimes all you need is that one perfect night, that one perfect moment, and it just hits you all over again. everything you've ever felt or wanted to feel, it just hits you. like a swing to the chest. and it just sets you free. and you really have no choice but to let yourself fall completely.
My boyfriend is like magic.

Sat, 26 Mar 2005 02:50:13 GMT

2 a.m. and she calls me cause I'm still awake,
"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake. And I love him.
Winter just wasn't my season."

Misguided by the 405 cause it lead me to an alcoholic summer. I missed the exit to your parents house hours ago. Red wine and the cigarettes: hide your bad habits underneath the patio. I'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings on your wedding date. The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I took were so real. And I kept a distance crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine. You were the one but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.

Tue, 21 Dec 2004 04:13:18 GMT

looking up at the stars, we traced our names to make new constellations
and found written there in the sparkling sky
all the reasons why we should never leave eachother's side.
i wished on a shooting star to keep you forever...

Tue, 21 Dec 2004 02:33:03 GMT

I always think about what it means to wear eyeglasses.
When you get used to glasses you don't know how far
you could really see. I think about all the people
before eyeglasses were invented. It must have been
weird because everyone was seeing in different ways
according to how bad their eyes were. Now, eyeglasses
standardize everyone's vision to 20-20. That's an
example of everyone becoming more alike. Everyone
could be seeing at different levels if it weren't
for eyeglasses.

Mon, 06 Dec 2004 15:01:41 GMT

I swear to God I tried.
But you could never change me</small>

Sun, 05 Dec 2004 00:58:38 GMT

And maybe it isn't as real as she thought,
and maybe there is such thing as too young.

Wed, 24 Nov 2004 01:33:38 GMT

Distance is built into you.

Thu, 11 Nov 2004 21:52:40 GMT

A lady crying in traffic
gave the day the eternity it was looking for

Tue, 09 Nov 2004 03:32:44 GMT

We could talk if days weren't so fast

And mistakes just leave it so unsure

Wanna hold you
like never before

Sun, 07 Nov 2004 04:38:34 GMT

I don't think he can see that I'm watching him. And I do watch him. I watch him lean into the mirror, I watch him unbutton his white shirt, take it off, and drape it over the shower curtain. His muscular chest has a spread of black hair across it. A trail of hair leads straight down to the lip of his jeans, a perfect line. His abs contract as he slides the t-shirt over his torso. This is a guy that even a straight guy would watch. Would pay nine-fifty plus another seven dollars for popcorn and a small coke to watch.

Tue, 02 Nov 2004 03:03:23 GMT

Vague sound of rain
Pierces through my song again
But I get distracted by the way
His toes moves when he plays
So I let it burn

I just poured my heart out
There's bits of it on the floor
So I take what's left of it and rinse it under cold water
And call him up for more

And I say baby - Yes I feel stupid to call you
But I'm lonely
And I don't think you meant it
When you said you couldn't love me
And I thought that maybe
If I kissed the way you do
You'd feel it to

He said I'm sorry - So sorry
I'm sorry - I'm sorry

He grabs my wrists
As my fingers turn into angry fists
And I whisper "Why can't you love me
- I'll change for you"
I'll play the part

Fri, 29 Oct 2004 04:03:04 GMT

Does he love you?
Will he hold your tiny face in his hands?

Tue, 26 Oct 2004 23:04:19 GMT

Dear whomever,
I believe you are God. Not a mythical Greek god, not the idealization, but the essence, the truth, the only God. And yet you continue to abuse me, destroy me with one glance from your jewel eyes, one of your winning smiles, thrown to somebody else but me. I am insane for my love for you yet you beat it and beat it and beat it down. You make every effort to crush me. At such a young age, you have already lived many lifetimes and you use your wisdom of your past to toy with my emotions, you create me, I exist for you and only you. And I ~~love~~ hate you now. I hate you for abusing your power.

I dont have any dignity left. I think you may have taken it with you. I think you may have accidently packed it in your suitcase along with your dirty socks. And its all just one big so what.

Im going to go sit by the window and fog it up by hyperventilating.

kbye
XOXOXO

Tue, 26 Oct 2004 16:22:34 GMT

Does she kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does she sing to you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall? Does she walk around all day at school with her feet inside your shoes, looking down every few steps to pretend she walks with you? Does she know that place below your neck that is your favorite place to be touched? And does she cry through broken sentences like I love you far to much?