yes please.

there is a train track
a river underneath
it fills up to our knees
then grips tighten
say goodnight

I AM SICK OF BEING RESPONSIBLE FOR OTHER PEOPLES FUCK UPS
NEXT TIME YOU CAN FUCKING HANDLE IT YOURSELF
I WON'T BE AROUND TO TAKE THE FALL

GO TO HELL.

to be honest none of this worries me
because i know you love me
and you'll come back to me

bats

there are bats in your trees
a rustle in your leaves
cigarette burns are nothing
compared to this

the squeak of your lies
not a very big surprise
never expect too much again
i tell myself

there are bats in your trees
a weakness in your knees
like a magnet upside down
driving me away

the squeak of your lies
the darkness of your eyes
it tries to swallow me whole
i break free

i do not feel the way you think i do

maybe one day, after everyone has walked away
you will realise you have to be a little more understanding

people are unpredictable
life is uncontrolable
be mad all you like because i will not waste my life fighting
when i can spend it loving and healing

i did not want to be alone anymore
and finally i'm surrounded by others
and finally i'm happy

do the same for yourself
or at least be happy for me

dear blog,

i've typed three different sentences and deleted them all.

i can't be honest with you anymore blog. how you judge me so. everything seems so confusing and yet i haven't felt this good in a while. perhaps i like the chaos of it all. the uncertainty is wonderful in fact. my inner golightly is taking hold i'm afraid. i am more and more often throwing caution to the wind. i suppose i have been honest now and i hope we can repair our friendship. oh blog, i'm ever so lost. though, i've never had so much fun in my life.