this will be me all day on thursday..
Every boyfriend is the one, until otherwise proven,
The good are never easy,
The easy never good,
And love: it never happens like you think it really should.
Deception and perfection;
Are wonderful traits,
One will breed love, the other, hate.
You’ll find me in,
The lonely hearts,
Under: I’m after a brand new start.
Girls and their curls,
And their gourmet vomit.
Boys and they toys,
And their six inch rockets.
We’re all very lovely till we get to know each other,
As we stop becoming friends,
And we start becoming lovers.
Is life and death,
You may feel like there’s nothing left.
Instead of love,
What you get is happy-never-after.
But deep down all you want, is love.
The pure kind,
We all dream of.
But we cannot escape the past,
So you and I will never last.
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.
I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really.
Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it.
I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea.
Because it’s the halves that halve you in half.
I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me
Just booked tickets to go see Kate in Newcastle
It’s been over a year since I seen the girl.
Going with the banana too, I hope the spring weather will have kicked in just enough so we can still wear a nice scarf if we went on a nice long walk :)
Gonna prepare my body for the amazing food we’re gonna chow down.
I can’t sleep.
You’re not here.
It’s quite odd,
that I can’t
just drift off.
Because you’re not next to me.
I’m going to pretend,
that this pillow,
that I’m cuddling,