#spilled thoughts
Reading a good book makes you forget the world we live in.
“I finally left you like I never thought I would”
-Day 588
“Do you miss me like I miss you?”
-Day 587
“I warned you
To the boy who fell in love with me
You can’t say I didn’t warn you
Can’t call me a bitch
Like I didn’t already you that I was one
I wear my story on my sleeves
It’s not my fault you didn’t read in between the lines
I told you not to love me
I told you I was known to flirt with others
You should’ve read the terms and conditions before you checked you accepted
Because I will lie straight to your face and kiss you all in the same breath
My favorite color is red
Because it matches the flags that I bare
I get pleasure from playing games
You shouldn’t have stray to close
Now you are entangled in this web
I will haunt you at every place that you go
Every song that you hear
I’m not one for love
I told you that to begin with
I told you I would break your heart
So don’t you dare say I didn’t warn you
Sincerely
The girl you’ll never forget”
-Day 586
“I both love you and hate you, and it’s driving me insane”
-day 585
“I’m sorry that I still love you”
-Day 584
“Break my heart”
-Day 583
“You should never love a person like me because I’ll go from loving you to hating you in a matter of minutes.”
-Day 583
“I created the monsters that haunt me and they will follow me until the end of time.”
-Day 582
“I keep dreaming of you and waking up sad because those dreams will never become reality.”
-Day 581
“People always ask me how I can be friends with my ex’s and I tell them I can because I no longer love them like that but when in reality I don’t know how to let go of the ones I love.”
-Day 580
“I just want to feel like I matter to someone”
-Day 579
“You kissed me like you were desperate for that moment to never end.”
-Day 578
“How many lives do you think we have lived where we have loved each other”
-Day 577
Do you ever take yourself to bed
just to end the day
with the expectation that tomorrow
will be better
than today
You’re still the same you
no matter how early
you sleep
Nihilism
sounds reasonable
when trains close their doors in front of you
seemingly
on purpose…
I found an old photograph of myself from high school
a thinner frame with black and white hair,
thought she would be trapped in that old town
with the library on the corner, near the cow fields.
She wasn’t trapped
not then
but now…
I’ve been gone
haven’t I?
last time we spoke
I was enveloped
in the bitter New Hampshire winter.
I’m here to tell you not much has changed…
I wish it had
but my weakness always prevails and prevents
spring from coming.
my mother
she was young when music was important.
I flip through her records
as if I washer,
in the 70s
hair wild as an untrimmed forest.
my fingers recognize one,
Young Americans
the death of her idol
David Bowie
brings with him
the loss of her youth
but also
and afterlife
that will live
longer than us all.
he’s probably landed in Iowa
right about now,
the trip from
New York is about three hours.
I asked you to come up
to New Hampshire
which is less than half that
but you’re still sitting in Queens.
