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Tuesday, April 27, 2010

so much history
so much history,
brought to one moment,
today.
i hope this time, you'll mean something different.

i love you most ardently, 8:01 PM.
Thursday, April 22, 2010

pictures say a thousand words, music says a million more
I remember the times we spent together
All those drives, we had a million questions
All about our lives
And when we got to New York everything felt right
I wish you were here with me,
Tonight

I remember the days we spent together,
were not enough, it used to feel like dreaming
Except we always woke up,
Never thought not having you here now
Would hurt so much

Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you
I can just look up
And know the stars are
Holding you, holding you, holding you
Tonight

I remember the time you told me
About when you were eight
And all those things you said that night
That just couldn't wait
I remember the car you were last seen in
And the games we would play
All the times we spilled our coffees
And stayed out way too late

I remember the time you sat and told me
About your Jesus, and how not to look back
Even if no one believes us
When it hurts so bad, sometimes
Not having you here

I sing
Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you
I can just look up
And know the stars are
Holding you, holding you, holding you
Tonight

I sing
Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you
I can just look up
And know the stars are
Holding you, holding you, holding you
Tonight

i love you most ardently, 7:35 PM.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010

parallel realities
when you left,
everything seemed so bleak and empty
when you left,
i clung to friendship,
and tried to find simple happiness,
from the simplest of things,
because i was bracing myself for
worst case scenarios,
for a world that exist without you
because i want to be okay, albeit without you
but every time i walk a step further away from you,
you pull me back,
and i'm right back where i started,
in a cloud folded parallel reality,
where our lines cease to touch.
please,
for the sake of love and my sanity,
leave me,
or pull me back,
and this time,
make me stay.

i love you most ardently, 3:58 PM.
Thursday, April 8, 2010

birthday


happy birthday to my blog who turned one two days ago
thank you for letting me vent,
throughout this whole year,
whether under complete and utter satiation,
or suicidal depression.
i love you most ardently

i love you most ardently, 7:22 PM.
Monday, April 5, 2010

who am i

if my voice could reach back to the past,
i'd whisper in your ears,
oh darling i wish you were here

who am i to you?
because you mean the whole world to me,
you still do.
but have i ever meant the same way to you?
who am i to you?

i love you most ardently, 10:09 PM.
Saturday, April 3, 2010

kill me
because living without you is impossible
i would rather you kill me on the spot
than leave me dying slowly,
on my own

i love you most ardently, 1:04 PM.

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