Thursday, December 1, 2011

It's December
The days sounds
Still
Quiet
Cold
No one wants to get caught in that.
What's worst is
Not knowing
If you're
Walking away
Or
Walking towards me.
Ready
Steady
The cold's catching up
I'm not happy.
I just want
To be
Away
And
Happy

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

The gloomy atmosphere.
Cherry wood floor creaking with each step.
The comfy couch flowing fatigue into me.
Offers after offers.
No's and no thank you's.
Fake eyes staring out.
The lady below us complaining about your flowers.
The back of your hand on my cheek.
Your care thrown at me.
My attention handed to you.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Burnt leaves and burnt wood
Caged up by flammable material
Nothing can stop this fire.
Have some fear dear
Ashes will escape.
Sit next to me
Ignore the need to give into pyro ways.
Curl up into a ball
And enjoy the Fall.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

I'm really tired with trying to communicate with you. Trying to catch you on your time, hang out with you. You're too busy with your lame life I get it your preferance to having a good time is effortless compared to mine. This year I really let you slip. I realized all you ever want to do is be alone. I'm hurt, summer time you started to make me crack but now I've cracked so much that I have no shell and now I'm just really apathetic towards this and I really had no choice but to neglect you. A simple text a simple hi is too complicated for you. Whatever maan.

Monday, November 21, 2011

I'm sort of believing more and more each day that the funniest people are the saddest people.

Friday, November 18, 2011

I really don't mind the sweet pasta.
Slipping through the spaces of the fork.
A little salt and pepper to tweak it a bit.
Feeling like this kitchen here with you is home.
Warm and filled with a smell I always loved.
Deprived of you until today.
I was really hungry
But for you anyway.
A simple mess we can dread on cleaning
But it's okay cause we'll do it together.
I'll explain how long my day was
And you'd ask me to elaborate more on whatever I said
I'll have nothing to say and laugh
And have a difficult time eating slippery sweet pasta with you in this cold kitchen.