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    Saturday, June 12, 2010

    I’m laying awake and still so you won’t wake up and leave me
    I like just watching you sleep but like it even more when you wake up just long enough to pull me closer.
    I want to be brave like your spine that so dangerously walks the path between the blades of your shoulder, so sharp and angled to perfection
    I want to be the two folds behind your ear to hear your secrets and be that much closer to getting in your head
    I want to be your pointed smile, the grin that had an arrow aimed straight to my heart
    I want to be the hair that falls in your eyes when you flip through a dusty book
    I want to be the chills on your arms in the breezy nights so I may be under your skin
    I want to be your talented, graceful hands to just be a part of you, to feel what you feel
    I want to be your ribs that jut out from your skin to be close to your heart and have to responsibility of keeping it safe and warm
    I want to be the green in your eyes that sees the world in ways I’ll never know
    Maybe I’m lucky to be me…just to know what it’s like to love you
    Why can’t the roles be reversed?
    You could hang on my every word
    You’d dream of me while you sleep
    Reach for the empty pillow wishing it was me
    You’d beg to keep me as your own
    Wishing, waiting up, gripping that phone
    You’d hint to comitt
    And Id brush it away
    In silence we’d sit
    id drop his name everyday
    And if you want to know the truth,
    This isn’t easy to say,
    You and I wouldn’t work any other way

    Tuesday, June 1, 2010


    Hurt feelings

    heated ceilings

    I’ve got a bone to pick with you

    you dance around these problems

    I wont be the one to solve them

    Avoidance is what you do

    Yellow Bruises

    Calling truces

    I could only wish on stars

    I’ll open my mouth

    but three words wont come out

    For this I’ll brandish scars

    Back to the game

    it’ll always be the same

    If only I was brave enough to confront

    She still calls you at night

    Bleeding shins and my bight

    I hate that girl, I call her a….

    you’re still in love with her, its keeping your from me.