I really hate.

How when I really really need to write.
I fucking can't.
And it's fucking pissing me off.

You carry yourself with such pride.
Is this what you wanted?
"Hello, caller nine?"
We found, that your voice is so divine.
So cross the finish line.
Tell me you're alright.
Call me to say that you made it home alright.
Your attractive figure.
Carry yourself so elegantly.
Admit that you have fucked up so royally, c'mon do it.
You're longing for something you cannot have
You wrote your initials in the palm of my hand.
You told me that if I ever felt like I was loosing you, to fold my hand into a fist so I could hold onto you longer.
You left your belongings in the ocean waters.
High tide.
Lets drag these boys out from their ships.

gah i dont know.

When we stepped out into the crisp summer night
The smell of cigarette smoke hit us like a freight train
We sat upon the cool grass
We laid down upon our backs
And as we starred up at the stars, we talked about the old days.

When you sat me down at the table
And heaved a heavy sigh from your full lips
Your eyes started getting glassy

But now we're sitting on roofs, listening to planes fly by
Or letting the warm pacific waters sweep over our feet