Friday, 6 June 2014

You no longer hear the music when the lights go out. You say "wont you please forgive me". Now i no longer hear the music. I listen to our favourite songs as i try to fall asleep in the dark room-no one knows i weep for us forever and always but i no longer hear the music. I just cry with it in the backround because You no longer hear the music when you're with me. "Wont you please forgive me"
My instinct was to make you my own. When i had you entire to myself my instinct was to run away as far as i could, but never stop loving you. I was afraid of commitment, of boring you, of letting us down. Once i got a safe distance, roughly 1772 kilometers--1100 miles, i fell apart and i fell back in love with you. I sat in silence because i broke your heart. I punished myself because i let it fall apart. I waited for you to call, to write, to miss me. I'm still waiting.

Tuesday, 3 June 2014

He remembers how she used to say "I'm dying" so he would pick her up. He'd come running and twist his ankle on the stairs on the way up. When he got there she asked her room mate if she thought that he was cute. They walked back to his apartment and sleep together for the first few times.

Monday, 2 June 2014

I used to think that love was an ideal never to be achieved. You taught me love is an action. On my own i realized that to love means to miss with all your essence.
You took my friends with you
And i couldn't survive another day in Halifax
Now theres a hole in the map and a
hundred missing persons on my friends list
I had to delete to stay sane
I had to tear that hole in my brain
To stay sane i burnt every bridge
From moncton to nova scotia
To toronto and barrie and back
Who were those people i left on the other side
Nothing more than
Friends of friends i suppose

I fear
My vow
Solo love

For one
May or
May not
Live again

We take
Bitter medicine
So we heal
Bitter words

Always lie alone
So I
Almost die at home

Listen
Forever

To silence
This isnt about you
But i just can't get out of my head
How you used to call me a bull shitter
And a hipster
I argued that i was neither and i took slight offence
I used to get my back up
but the truth about it is
I wasnt being ironic
I was being pathetic