

Did I mention...?If I were to die in twenty-four hours, I would be trying too hard to think of what to say to everyone, That I would be gone without saying anything at all. Instead my mind would get cluttered with little things. Like how my favorite smell was always campfire, And a little bit of cigarettes. How I never really got to learn guitar, But the pick was a nice green color.Did I mention...?
I would strain my ears for all the words that I lost. Mostly addresses, and then I would go to them. As many as I could so that I knew what I had missed.
Maybe Id clean my car. Id try


Because I Don't Believe YouWell please dont let those words leave your mouth, Of how you love me, but think that I am heading in the wrong direction. I burned that road sign a long time ago, And I thought you wanted to run with me. I had been waiting for this chance until right now.Because I Don't Believe You
My breath makes my tongue taste like pine needles and smoke. And I want to pitch a tent, just to lie under the stars-- Where we can say that vinyl destroys the beauty of things. Mosquitoes wont bite us if we breathe into each other, Getting drunk on the scent of your skin, my skin, earth.
I told you to alw


Love a ReflectionWe stood in front of the mirror, Looking at each other's faces on the reflective surface. He tried to pull the corners of my mouth upwards, Wanting them to reach into the heavens and pull down happiness. I was focused on the shape of my brows, The pale cast to my skin, the blemishs, the nose-- But it worked.Love a Reflection
"Our insides look like worm guts," he said, Pulling at the edges of a scab. I couldn't tell him he was wrong, Because what do I know of the insides of worms? I dreamt last night that I stepped on him, And in the morning he had to pull at the corners of my mouth
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"I am not afraid, I was born to do this."
-Joan of Arc
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"I am not afraid, I was born to do this."
-Joan of Arc
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