all i wanna do is kiss you all the time.

or maybe listen to norah jones with you. and giggle at your goofy smile.

standing in the way of control

really? i mean, really?!

and that's that.
i mean, that's what happened and maybe this is the way it will stay.
but maybe not.
(we both know it will happen again. and again. and again.)
my head is spinning.
like, really spinning. still.
i have no idea of what will happen next.

will anything happen?
we had a good thing there for a minute or so.
and then...well...that happened.
and maybe it will never happen again.

c'mere

I sit waiting shaking

Shivering like the first time you

Touched my face

Erase

A memory or two

Of you

getting there

Now more than ever

The weather

Gets me down.

But soon I’ll swoon

And wash my hair

My mermaid hair

In a lake in northern Michigan

And there are mysteries in store

When I get home

To you.

irish eyes are smiling

Good morning sun

You shine on me

Again with those beating promises

Of safety and sugary surprises.

(take me back to that moment, sweet delight)

But waking to you reminds me of

Tales of misery

(that’s the last place I want to go, now.)

and I’m alright

I’m more than okay

Brilliant

Grand, even

And moving on has become

A past tense verb

Finally, here, I can let go.

And sleep comes so damn easily now.

(Ireland has a funny way of messing with your memory)

joycean

Why is it that I just can’t stop thinking remembering daydreaming streaming consciousness quite too much to bear but hark! I won’t stop will not and nothing can force me to disengage now you’ve become too close to my heart and maybe I should be ashamed but I know that this is real true dear to me and I guess we’ll have to see but I promise

I will not let go.

passion

She is never at fault

But that doesn’t make it any easier

Victims rarely realize the reason for their accusations

Is the same as their own frustration

It’s easier to call on someone to hide your own shortcomings

Than it would be to admit defeat and reconstruct

Too many times spite takes hold

Closes in like a last gasp

Breathe too quick and you’ll need an oxygen mask

Breathe slow and you’ll go go go

Let go, let be

And remember who we used to be

I worry, I cry

But her eyes, your eyes are dry tonight

I can’t take responsibility anymore