Monday, December 28, 2009

Dearest apologies

"I'm sorry," seems to be as common as each sunrise these days and I do apologise for my slightly cynical take on the sympathetic term, but I hate the feeling of obligation to forgive someone once they utter those three words. Actions speak louder than words, and correct me if I am wrong, but if someone is genuinely sorry about their actions they would attempt to do everything in their power to right their wrong instead of just apologising and expecting you to simply act as if it never happened. Sorry for my cynicism, but I am fucking sick to death of hearing I am sorry. How about don't do anything to be sorry for in the first place?

Saturday, December 26, 2009


That creature will eat your heart, brain, hold your hand and then sever every bond you once shared. The midnight howls are nauseating. Put those fangs away. My apologies for the vulgarity, but the language exemplifies your malicious acts. I refuse to share another sunrise. I've shown you my teeth, now cower beneath another bed to haunt some other restless soul.

Silver hearts

Awaiting nothing less than fabulous pays off. Being interrupted by familiar footsteps while piecing together your own cinderella startles the heart, but in the sweetest of manners. Nothing to lose but my pre-existing insecurities. Pink lilies that accompany kisses acquire the most affectionate of scents. Yes I'm that smitten, it's sickening. I refuse to learn the virtue of patience, yet I promise to wait for you. Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours.

Sunday, December 20, 2009


I've never seen a boy drown so quickly, not even an embrace could save you from those depths of sorrow. If your vulnerability is what ignited the tension, I apoligise for provoking the fire. Realise that the destruction of your defence was what made me allow myself to love you. You were silent, but that kiss was all I needed.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Forever dreaming

A delicate matter, yet the provoked romances sicken one to the bone. I long for a purity of words, a heart of intergrity and strength and a mind that begs to question the status quo. Tedious years have been spent dreaming of such a delight, one that the venom of your kiss has fulfilled.

All dressed up in love

Sincere apologies for my faint heart. I dream of the day where my rib cage holds true, and refuses to let another soul past it. But as for you, this can be an exception. An exceptional exception.

Friday, December 11, 2009

All is calm, all is bright

Better left in the dark around this time of year. His ghost haunts every December, as well as every past soul mate that gifted a knife in the back. I want to be naive and pray that it will be different this time around and if it wasn't for my soldier they would be empty prayers. But I guess with an angel by your side, how can you go wrong?

Entangled hearts

All bound up in your love, don't call my name though. Emit the everlasting beacon of fidelity baby and you can call me yours. Those dominating kisses and passionate whispers are my guilty pleasure. Let me into your heart and mind then my hand will be yours to hold.

Monday, December 7, 2009


When your eyes wander, it isn't just my shadows that follow me anymore. I can feel when my ghosts begin to seperate us, and even though it happens right before my very eyes, it feels as if there is no way stopping it. But when the clothes were put back on and your things were packed I decided I am moving, forwards and away from what I have been. This isn't cemented, but give me three words, eight letters, then I am yours.

Say one thing, do another

1. a pretense of having a virtuous character, moral or religious beliefs or principles, that one does not really possess.

No definition is really required considering everyone encountered is already familiar with the practices of this facade. The east coast is dressed in a decadent form of hypocricy, whilst its inhabitants feel obligied to dish out the curses, they then cower and blame at the rebuttal. Some integrity and sincerity is desperately needed in this town. Get me out of here.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

My notebook

His eyes are the same shade and the sincerity of his heart reflects Noah, yet he is all mine. In broad daylight on a busy street, we stepped on one another's toes in attempts of dancing. As the rain fell, his words echoed while he took my hand and led me to a kiss that put any others to shame. Now we've found our wings and I cannot get him out of my head.