I love every second of you
Every endless hour of love
Each creeping minute
Tomorrow is another chance to love you
And it’s amazing how time flies
(This was a bad one to start with but I’ve been writing these on my ipod. So I’m going from top to bottom and this was the last one I wrote.)
Girl I do this often
I see you when I sleep
The sun never goes away
Sometimes I close my eyes
You’re my solar eclipse
And here comes the sun
I don’t like having people watching me eat. I don’t like when people see the food I buy. If I finally leave my childhood home I look forward to the original start of my life. For whatever it may hold I know I can do it better this way. I should commit to a more basic life. I’m not sure though. At least a cleaner one. I should do whatever I can to get further in life. I need better. I’m running out of time.
Dear god I love you and I don’t know why
The way you bite your lip before saying my name
Your legs against mine at 3 AM
When you tell me about your day and don’t mind answering all my dumb questions
You hate the sunrise but love the sunset
(I hate/kinda love rereading dumb stuff I wrote. They always sound horrible. But it still amazes me how I still at least enjoy a few lines I wrote.)
She walked suddenly and without hesitation into my life.
“Get out the way!” she screamed as she shoved me into next week. A goddess in a pair of rollerblades.
I could wax whimsically for hours about her but all I’ll say are these three simple words.
“She was perfect”. And at that exact moment she rollerbladed into the side of the library.
Forever taking the air out of my lungs.
(I still wish I pointed out mid story about how I said walked when she was roller blading. I want to use rollerblade as one word but my computer keeps telling me I’m stupid. )
What is more standing then you. More beautiful. More needed. I demand the night never leave. Because nothing is more wanted then the lack of space between us.
I was just thinking randomly while writing (well copying them from my ipod onto my computer) these out. I remember growing up and walking around a lot late at night. Way back this weird thing happened. I had a bad day at work (big news as of almost 2 years ago: I got a job). And decided to go on a walk. Someone from work was driving by and noticed me and stopped there car in the middle of the road to talk to me.
I was like as young as 12 walking around late at night. No one ever noticed me before. Sometimes I had to disappear when I saw strange cars notice me. But that’s about it. No one ever actually cared.
But now I have this job. I see people every week. And they saw me walking and stopped to notice me. I don’t know how I feel about that.
I don’t like it.
I have this long standing hatred of the world not noticing when it mattered most. And then noticing later on after I’ve moved on to the point I can take care of myself. Like I’ll step in now that I don’t have to do any work.