Still feeling like I've been out to orbit... and the metaphor remains. Burning through the atmosphere.
Timelines and bloodlines. I just want you in both. I want to heat up the way you make me feel, bottle the condensation off of the windows, and shoot it in my 3am veins. I need you in pill form. We're passed the point of daily. The hours behind these lights won't let me forget you. Lake Michigan is so cold.
Can't wait to sit up talking all night again like the first time. Both coasts can wait, or be put on hold for you. Hurry home. :)
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Just Honored To Be Your Inside Joke
Every night is spent fighting eyelids. Dear Lord, please don't let me repeat that same old dream. The one where I'm trying to save a life that saved mine... that's already passed away. I'm so tired of kicking in my sleep, screaming myself awake.
Giving hell to alarm clocks. My Juliet has cat eyes, and I'm restless without her stare. Sleeping pills to make me feel alive, to pass the time. Counting down towards her return.
Giving hell to alarm clocks. My Juliet has cat eyes, and I'm restless without her stare. Sleeping pills to make me feel alive, to pass the time. Counting down towards her return.
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