I was so ready to stop being so god damn innocent.
I like when you’re pretty;
when your shirt dips a little lower than it should.
I like when you move, and your whole body goes with you.
I layer, and my mind goes with me:
lips, skin, arm, head;
look at you. You’re a
painting, picture, perfect.
My porcelain doll
(don’t look- she might break).
I’ll look all the more:
break for me baby,
break for me,
she thought it was because of a kiss
or maybe just for lack of this
but his songs keep her coming back
to all she thought she had packed
this can’t bring him back, it didn’t before
it’s not even worth it, their friendship is more
but she can’t help but notice that her perfect man
looks more and more like her best friend…damn.
I don’t understand it cause he sure doesn’t see it
it’s not that she wants it, it’s that they just fit
cause perfect turned out a bit lopsided
she smiles to be so misguided
it must be him, she’s even changed her mind
look at this, she learned how to rhyme.
First love was hard to get over.
Click Comfortable by John Mayer to listen while you read.
This song described everything so perfectly when M would play it. I could’ve sworn my ex was singing about me when he’d play this on the guitar so often when we would hang out! At least, I wanted him to be…
I felt so strongly when I finally realized I was in love for the first time, didn’t you?
If he meant what he sang then she’ll finish the last line.
If he knows what she means than it might just be comfy.
If you read between the lines, I swear she’ll write you another.
broken English, stolen love songs, I’m a waiting blanket;
please give me another.
Quite the month of shit and giggles
Sex and crying (the other way around though chronologically)
And you. No other real hearts this time.
January. And I think you were kind of pretty
The snow fell hard on you and every morning we got scared of its beauty.
But I like the two hours to sleep in so I’d say “be scared” and then you’d run away
And I started running a little bit to you. Again. And..—
Again and. And—
Again and again and again…
Again(and) again!(and) AGAIN!
Snow bites. All packed and ready to throw.
Snidpits. We share one color and then I go.
Buttons. “I had too many, you had three”
Slush boots. I walked them over, just for me.
All different people but one is me. January safe in a word, a line, a person; what’s more is still me.
Photo courtesy of Eric Yang (gearpatrol.com).
When I was still in love with Jesus.
Tossed up feelings
Clouds and lighting
Where do smiles stay?
Half baked laughter
“Did you see what she’s wearing?”
“Oh my gosh Jack and Jill…”
I just can’t care what you’re saying.
Here I am, content?
Yeah, I think,
Here I am,
Just let me be with you.
Here I am
Just let me be me.
Cool wind lick my burning skin.
Tear drops turn into rain,
Cleanse my wondering imagination
Show me where to stop the pain
Show me where I am
..but it’s not that bad
Sometimes I just need a word to rhyme
and the prospects get darker to fill the position.
Methodic, introspective, alone…but not. With you
I’m always with you
You bring the color to my rain drops,
You are the rainbows in my days,
You made the part that no one else sees
You are my sweet smell of rain
The smile of my bright flowers
The love song of my heart.
You let me be me
You understand it all
You show the better ways
You show me the better me
Your words are as sweet as a whisper
I never feel hurt by you; just guided
Just spoken to
happy, contentedly unsatisfied for you, looking, loving:
your continuation (faithfulness)