Do you ever just have a moment when you know your choices led you to
this? Everything accumulating to the world you desperately desired? Knowing
that every fiber in your body screaming that this is right? All the times
you've thought you fucked up and now you're here. I am here. I am in London and
it feels so amazingly right I just cry thinking about it.
Wednesday 30 September 2015
Can I call it love or torture?
Quiet headphones ringing
Sitting on the dirty floor
Spent another night drinking alone
Blood caked on my fingernails from scratching my thoughts away
I saw you standing there
My body shaking with my wanting need
You smiled and flirted with some other girl
Knowing full well I saw
You give me weak smiles and whispered glances
You want my attention but how far can I take?
When you played your guitar all eyes were on you
I could sense how little I felt
But part of me denied you were looking at me
I hold my breath as the girl next to me runs to you
She doesn't know what I've been through
She pulls you close to us and I ask you to drink
You politely decline with just a wink
You promise me next time but will it ever come
Will this wall finally break and we become one?
My body aches and my dreams seem so real but every time we are in the same room you seem to shatter me
I'm so much stronger then what you make me but maybe this is all I have to do with what will eventually I can call, love.
Sitting on the dirty floor
Spent another night drinking alone
Blood caked on my fingernails from scratching my thoughts away
I saw you standing there
My body shaking with my wanting need
You smiled and flirted with some other girl
Knowing full well I saw
You give me weak smiles and whispered glances
You want my attention but how far can I take?
When you played your guitar all eyes were on you
I could sense how little I felt
But part of me denied you were looking at me
I hold my breath as the girl next to me runs to you
She doesn't know what I've been through
She pulls you close to us and I ask you to drink
You politely decline with just a wink
You promise me next time but will it ever come
Will this wall finally break and we become one?
My body aches and my dreams seem so real but every time we are in the same room you seem to shatter me
I'm so much stronger then what you make me but maybe this is all I have to do with what will eventually I can call, love.
Monday 28 September 2015
Ode to the Moonlight
Blood, the water of veins etched across the moon
He lied there motionless
Afraid, broken
What had he done?
Who has he become?
What senseless pain had he bestowed?
He didn’t know and yet he didn’t care
He loved her
He beckoned her
She came
He was not to blame
Her fragileness betrayed her
He was not the man bathed by sunlight
She was the sun
He was the dark
She was his heart
He was her blood.
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Hi!
Welcome to my blog. This is going to be a blog that has no
idea what direction it wants to go in. I’ll be adding stories, poems, little
musings, and maybe some photos. This is going to document my life in London for the next
year or so. So I hope you guys like it and if not fuck off. J
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