Saturday, January 28, 2012

UnKnown

Your favorite color was blue when you were seven.
Your favorite color is now green.
Your first hangover was spent all morning in my bedroom.
And I promised not to tell your mom. 

She has a lot of questions...a lot of questions that your cold face in a coffin just can not answer.

Sleeper

I can forgive you for waking me up while I am taking a nap.
Yet I can not forgive your for waking me up while I am dreaming.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Uncertainty

The irony of the situation is that the very hands that made your heart also broke it...

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Tripp

The stones in the building on 8th Street are a lot like your heart--hollow, empty with weight, and designed to break apart.  You are designed to break apart. 

Why won't you just follow through?

Fall

I don't like knowing you're down the road skipping rocks in the pond while I'm doing the same thing on the other side of the pond.

The End

And maybe this is it...

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Uncertain

I often wonder why I am the one who has been left haunted and in pain over all of this...