His cigarette hits the water and I wait, longing for a strident impact. Anything to corrupt the already sick-sweet feeling stirring just above my subconcious. The morning feels hazy, as if last night's tequila still cradles our hesitant gestures, deeming the obscene as appropriate or perhaps vice-versa. Akwardness hangs between us, flourishing amidst the silent pauses and our heavy sighs. "I don't know what to say to you, kiddo. It's just... things just happen sometimes, things that can mean...

His cigarette hits the water and I wait, longing for a strident impact. Anything to corrupt the already sick-sweet feeling stirring just above my subconcious. The morning feels hazy, as if last night's tequila still cradles our hesitant gestures, deeming the obscene as appropriate or perhaps vice-versa. Akwardness hangs between us, flourishing amidst the silent pauses and our heavy sighs. "I don't know what to say to you, kiddo. It's just... things just happen sometimes, things that can mean...

His cigarette hits the water and I wait, longing for a strident impact. Anything to corrupt the already sick-sweet feeling stirring just above my subconcious. The morning feels hazy, as if last night's tequila still cradles our hesitant gestures, deeming the obscene as appropriate or perhaps vice-versa. Akwardness hangs between us, flourishing amidst the silent pauses and our heavy sighs. "The thing is, kiddo, I truly hate that you have to know this isde of me. It pains me, it really does. Be...

His cigarette hits the water and I wait, longing for a strident impact. Anything to corrupt the already sick-sweet feeling stirring just above my subconcious. The morning feels hazy, as if last night's tequila still cradles our hesitant gestures, deeming the obscene as appropriate or perhaps vice-versa. Akwardness hangs between us, flourishing amidst the silent pauses and our heavy sighs. "The thing is, kiddo, I truly hate that you have to know this isde of me. It pains me, it really does. Be...

I remember you. I remember the first time I heard about you through a mutual friend we shared. And in that moment, I remember deciding I would seek you out, and claim you as mine. I remember crawling drunkenly over the traintracks to present myself at your doorstep: disillusioned, raw, near isanity, grasping for an absolution I could never obtain. I remember your smirk as you let me in. I remember a fleeting sense of wholeness that overtook me the first time I tasted you, and how I vowed soli...

i always wanted it to be that way, with you sleeping heavily next to me as i played lazy riffs on our secondhand guitar, my feet perched up high on the railing of the rickety porch below us. had i known that within seconds that world would be pulled violently from me, i might have have sang a little clearer, or cooked something better for dinner. i dont want to spend the rest of my life aiming for an outcome that will never exist but when i think of you in that cold month of january, becoming...