Thursday, September 9, 2010

through good and bad.

from the little insults you give me, to the deep ful conversations we have. every little moment spent with you, every little thing you say makes me laugh, every little thing about you, i love. my dear friend, the closest thing to a sister, you are my favourite. i can't picture my life with out you, please, never leave.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010


You're so hypnotising. Your touch is magnetizing. Feels like going floating, leave my body glowing. They say be afraid. You're not like the others, different DNA, they dont understand you. You're from a whole other world, a different dimension. You open my eyes and im ready to go, lead me into the light. kiss me, infect me with your love, and fill me with your poison. Take me, wanna be your victim, ready for abduction. Boy, you're an alien, your touch so far away, its supernatural, extraterrestrial. You're so super sonic, wanna feel your powers, stumb me with your lasers. Your kiss is cosmic, every move is magic.

Monday, September 6, 2010

i like you.

i remember you, murmuring sweet nonsense to me, the way you took me in with your eyes, it was like you were looking for something somewhere in me. i couldn't hear myself think, the humming of my heart took over my thoughts. drunken, so crazed, you grabbed my hand. lying in your arms, hoping your hands would never leave me.

Sunday, September 5, 2010


1am, alone in my bed, thinking about you. the lights are too bright, no music, still there you are. we are crossing lines, left and right, and i feel so young and silly cause i just want to hold your hand. we creep towards closeness and it feels good. i give myself full license to think about you and it's the perfect combination. i think that we may never even kiss again, but just get closer and closer to the moment.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

you are beautiful.

my brain reaches out towards you, reaches for you, wraps itself around your boney edges and contours. can you take this seriously? want to team up and catastrophic fights and easy laughter, and flushed excitement. we can go to bed fiercly serious or ridiculously silly, our bodies so obviously ill-suited for each other. OR - we can be friends, keep teaching each other what it means to be from totally different places. keep reaching toward something imagined, a better world or a perfect colour. i am touched by your simple and generous consideration sometimes, something as small as 'how was your day?' plus you're beautiful. do people tell you that? your ex girlfriends for example? the way you move is amazing. the lines of your body and the creases in cheeks when you smile. are you blushing yet?

Friday, September 3, 2010

you're not who i thought you were.

i hear every thing you say to all of my other friends. when you tell me they say stuff about me? they swear on lives the didn't. everything goes with your plans, i never get to do anything i want or need. if i want to do something, i have to pay you or buy you something. you sit there saying stuff about everyone of my mates and i'm not going to take it anymore, as much as i sit there denieing everything you say and to stop saying stuff? you keep doing it. and although you talk about these people behind there backs and can still be all sweet to their faces? really disgusts me. it makes me think what you say about me? you know what? you are EXACTLY like her.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

i want my brother back.

when we were closer than we usually were, you taught me a lot. that the one person that you could always come to, always count on and can always trust, is just a big let down. from the start? he was just like all of the rest of them. just another boy. that he was being somebody he wasn't. and of all people, you thought if that could ever happen, you'd be the first to realise. turns out, you weren't you. you were someone i thought you would never be. turns out, he wasn't how you thought he was from the start. he didn't really care what you had to say, he didn't take it in and feel your pain with you, he didn't want to help, but he had to listen. i like the fake you, not the real you.