Tuesday, January 19, 2010

two eyes staring cold in silence - we fade to grey

i don't think about you very much
when i do it's usually a reminder of how bad our relationship was
cause it was
last night was the first time in months where thinking about you and us made me sad
i was thinking about the magic and the good feelings we had between us -
i was holding on to only particles
the little itsy bitsy broken pieces of good we had
that now feels cheap. even if it felt good and true to me then - knowing how you are and how you've been to me makes it all seem false now.
holding on to anything that has to do with you - is a waste of time now
cause keeping me it's not important to you 
and keeping you is definitely not important to me 
there's no need to even say goodbye this time
it's spent
it's dull
it's juiced
it's faded away past recognition 
it's dead
and i don't care anymore


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Monday, January 18, 2010

i won't let you in

not this time
i can't 
not anymore
i am scared of what being close to you
will do to me
i am scared
of you
i keep you a distance away from my heart
and my love
you won't get inside this time
many times i let you in 
you had me
you had me and you trashed me
not once
not twice
more times than i can count
more times than i can forget
more times 
now no more
- you want in again
but i keep you where you don't matter much
i keep you where you belong - and that place is not with me
i can't love you like i did
i won't ever love you like that again
it's too late 
i won't ever let you in again 








I TOLD YOU WHEN I CAME I WAS A STRANGER



 














 


Saturday, January 09, 2010

i hear your voice - calling my name

i was good
i was so good
now i don't know
why?
why do i hear you
why do i hear you now?
i hear you calling
calling me
calling my name
calling me now...
close to writing
close to writing you
i almost did
i had to stop
i couldn't
i couldn't hear your voice
i couldn't speak your name
i couldn't think
i couldn't have you think
i didn't want to have anything to do with you
i didn't want any part
haunting
lingering
kissing
shadowing
dangling

if you come i'll listen
i'll come
if you're there
i'll be
there...
but you've gone
and i know
i feel it gone
somehow
i know
it's gone
but
lately i wish it would return
lately
i wish
it was here
again
don't be a stranger
to me
don't be sometone
i can't really remember
don't be something i soon will forget


please
i miss you
i almost wrote you tonight
almost
in drunken breathe
but not false words

i miss your good
i miss your love
if only that were what was
i love you if that were it
it
love
was
good
it
was
yes
i hear you
your voice
calling my name
better call it now
or don't
or else
it may be gone
it will be
gone
please call
or write
or forever
ever
for
we
will
be
gone...

the strangest of the strange...

the strangest of the strange...
...i am

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star loves the beatles too
yeah i love the beatles too
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