Wednesday, November 30, 2011

I wonder.

Sometimes I wonder if the person I fell in love with is who you really are.
If I could see your true colours, I have a feeling they would be blue.
Like your room.

Funny, beautiful, sad and true.

Such is life.

Nothing left.

"I have nothing left to give."

"Then give nothing."

Monday, November 28, 2011

Bathe.

Bon Iver and a bath.

Do you still think of me when it rains? You were on my mind all night.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Persona.









"Du har ditt skratt."



My mind.

They say I have a beautiful mind.

And anything beautiful comes with a price.

room.

you put me in a room so small I can barely breathe.

Mold.

I am what you need me to be,
Until you need me,
Then I'm gone.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

elephant.



you're an elephant in my room
in my head


in my heart.
so don't forget.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Tired.

I'm tired of mundane blah blah bullshit.
Nothing thrills me like you used to.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

i'll climb the tree if you climb the tree.








Tomorrow will come, dressed in newspaper
balancing a phone book. Tomorrow will come
like a valid point opposing a valid argument.

I walk around the house, turning off lights.
Boys assume they'll outlive their fathers
as lakes freesze, snow appraises the house and turns back.

Look in my eyes: you can see my talent for flagging taxis-
that I'll give a dollar even if the charge was fifty cents.
Tomorrow will wither, will tear a sleeve of thought,

will try to make a pact with your worst mistake.
And if we were younger, we'd wriggle out.
But we lack knapsnacks and a knowledge of getaway paths.

So I'll climb the tree if you climb the tree.
The branches are cold, clothed in snow. But we must climb.
Higher is a hardness when all you see are branches.

- Jeff Latosik.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Listen.

You're a coward.

sounds of love.

what i listened to when i was in love.