Monday, June 30, 2008

dear hopefuls.

i don't trust my own emotions anymore.
too fickle. too fuck-able.
i'll give into anyone one night. the next i'll want to punch their lights out.
love fades in and out like the endings of bad pop songs.
my metaphors have been suffering, evidently.

sometimes i feel like i just need to die.

Friday, June 6, 2008

seasons change your face.

alaska waking hours.

i am determined not to make this turn out like the last time.
to create.
to exist.

i've got a love for a girl with holes in her lips.
for a boy who snaps at everything he loves.
for a kid who can't grow up no matter what you say.