And it’s funny because
You could be pricing Christmas popuri in April and think of him
One of those days
that only poetry could make sense of
When you don’t know what you mean but you know you mean it
My thoughts collect like raindrops on the car window
Like tear drops on your face
Like chemo in an IV
In your veins
Until they plummet to their inevitable death
Brush your teeth for way too long
To avoid things you have to be doing, but shouldn’t
And to avoid conversations you need to be having, and don’t
But I like socks
And your hand on my spine,
Knowing everything
By knowing nothing at all
They’re all making it up,
But I’m the only one
who knows it’s fake
And like them, I can’t
feel enough to care
And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance
But you are not alone in this,
And you are not alone in this
Timshel, Mumford and Sons
It’s better to feel pain, than nothing at all
The opposite of love’s indifference
So pay attention now, I’m standing on your porch screaming out
And I won’t leave until you come downstairs
So keep your head up, keep your love
Stubborn Love, The Lumineers
So you were never a saint
And I loved in shades of wrong
We learn to live with the pain
Mostly of broken hearts
But this love is raging and wild
And I never saw you coming
And I’ll never be the same again
State of Grace, Taylor Swift
And this life’s just a waste of our time.
So why don’t we get together?
We could waste everything tonight,
we could waste,
we could waste it all…
Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room.
Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home.
Remember the footsteps, remember the words said
And all your little brother’s favorite songs
I just realized everything I have
is someday gonna be gone
Never Grow Up, Taylor Swift
I want you so bad I’ll go back on the things I believe.
There I just said it, I’m scared you’ll forget about me…
Edge of Desire, John Mayer
To Be Elsewhere by Hsia Yü
Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
Round Here, Counting Crows
So read your books but
stay out late some nights,
some nights
Bruised, Jack’s Mannequin
