Sunday, April 3, 2011

I wanted to take care of you

You never allowed me.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Sitting, contemplating of the precise words to use in my articles. It's the usual. You're the usual.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

1. For you, I rewrote that postcard so many times. You won't ever know until I surrender myself to reveal this to you. And I've hated that I've revealed so much already, with thoughts pouring into the idea that our space would be filled. I quickly shift my emotions involuntarily to whichever contact you make, yet I've managed to think you're somehow worth it. I dislike seeing how those around me are in the same position as me, yet I intrude this sort of commonality with a cut that spreads hope for different outcomes. I can't take this but I can't reach for you so bluntly. I imagine what I want to happen, but instead receive excuses on why you should leave. I don't even want to question you on your own truth, your current emotions have been salient anyhow. I want you to let yourself be loved. Staying over with you is one of the most memorable and enjoyable moments I've ever had.

Monday, January 17, 2011