

glanceand i want to know you with a glance to learn the language of your looks i'll learn your secrets in silence and our words will sound stronger than ever i want to know you with a glance so verse me in the language of your looksglance


just a thoughtAnd dont you hate How u feel on top of the world And it takes a second to fall A thought to spiral and Im gone To the underbelly of the mood Lost in the misconceptions of my thoughts Mistaken in my feelings And losing the never ending battle A second thought on what they think An excuse to get away And as an act of pretend intelligence You push them away Because you know thats what they want You take it into your own hands To decide how they feel, how they see you And figure that its best for all If I just leave nowjust a thought


a thoughtAnd dont you hate How u feel on top of the world And it takes a second to fall A thought to spiral and Im gone To the underbelly of the mood Lost in the misconceptions of my thoughts Mistaken in my feelings And losing the never ending battle A second thought on what they think An excuse to get away And as an act of pretend intelligence You push them away Because you know thats what they want You take it into your own hands To decide how they feel, how they see you And figure that its best for all If I just leave nowa thought


CoffeeI’m still stuck in the old motions you taught me, the tiny movements and mannerisms that ground their way into the material of my grey matter with the sequential passing of days. They say a human forms a habit in twenty-one days. Whoever they are. I don’t think they know this kind of “habit,” this mechanic repetition that anchors me to this plane of existence, this autopilot safeguard. Whatever. I don’t need them. I’ve become something of a misanthrope anyway.Coffee
Like every other morning for the past month, I sit on the porch with two mugs of coffee and wait for you to come by and pick me up, and just like every other day I’m late t


Rain SegmentHe held his arm out and away from his body. She stared at him, completely bewildered by what he was asking her to do.Rain Segment
“Jason, no… no I can’t.” She managed to stutter. “Em. I want you to look; I want you to see the pain in my eyes. I want you to see what you do to me.” “We don’t need to do this.” She whimpered. Thunder rolled through the house, and Emily saw a crash of lightning through the window. A tear slid down her face as she pleaded. “Please, please. Let’s just take a walk, Jason. Please, don’t make me do this.” “Do it!” Another roll of thunder shook the house as his voice bellowed outward


And We All Fall DownI don't know how we ended up downtown, but we did.And We All Fall Down
I didn't know the owner of the apartment where we spent most of the night, but they didn't seem to mind our company.
Too much alcohol in my system because I didn't want to deal with reality. Pathetic? Sad? Cowardly? Yes, yes, and yes.
I can still smell the couch I regarded as my safe haven for the majority of the evening and well into the morning. It had a peculiar odour. A mixture between human sweat and something sweet. A spilled drink perhaps? My hair clung to one of the pillows as I foolishly rested my head upon something sticky. Someone helped me
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