The Armored Heart Heist of 2011

I watch the fog roll in from Lake Michigan. Spilling down the river. Engulfing my skyline. It's the way my head feels for this past year. I'm blurred. If she's has me, it's probably all wrong... but you're missing the point. At least she got me.

Let's explore extending hearts from the arches of our feet, to the arches of our backs pressed against window panes, as we sing songs in the key of lust. Crushing lungs buried under blankets meant to keep you warm, and away from that door.

If you take the time to look at peace long enough, you will find war. The same goes for my chest. This past year has been about my own shadow grabbing me by the feet, only to grow taller than us. I'm here to rebuild the engine in your chest, and to help you blink away the tears.

Home feels like the look in her eyes. Away is just these paper mache lungs, struggling to breathe inspiration. These paragraphs are only silhouettes in her peripheral.

Write O(f)f Me

There are tears on my body from where I struggled to open up to her. Friday mornings involved the turning and twisting of a stomach, giving the butterflies within one hell of a ride. I put the fall in autumn this year.

I'm all notes and scribbles on the back of hands. Drawing conclusions in permanent marker along my forearm. Right now I'm wishing that I could flick these city lights on and off just to see everyone who glows in the dark. Best intentions don't light the world on fire the same way that best kept secrets do. So I've decided to burn this place down with all that I've been hiding.

These words are afterthoughts. A burning ember of a brilliant fire you started inside of me.

Write This One As A Comeback

We all have these roses in our chests, yet the thorns are lethal. This has all led to aching bones that taste of salted excuses. Our bear trap hearts serve as a constant reminder that the floor is only dying to be the walls, and we are just dying to be in their heads.

Our eyes met like accidental sunsets. Their pupils backfired, like blackened ink blot tests. We bared witness to locked hearts, docked hips, and rebound thighs. These were all the result of the faint taste of their bittersweet words on our tongues.

Oldies But Hoodies

I've been living life out loud, documenting my mistakes for years. You? Welcome to the New Year. 2011 is finally LoveHostage. Make/Own this year... it's yours! Thanks for sticking around, and long live the CCH.

2010  http://boycaughtlove.blogspot.com/
2009  http://dystllblv.blogspot.com/
2008  http://onenightstandoffs.blogspot.com/
2007  http://fallinorbetaken.blogspot.com/
2006  http://thirdwheel4life.blogspot.com/