Vamrotten

mine.

Sun, 04 Nov 2012 20:50:00 -0500

mine.

Photo

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 21:26:35 -0400

Photo

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 21:08:21 -0400

Everything Before Tonight Was B.S

Tue, 16 Oct 2012 00:59:38 -0400

Tonight I watched my eyes do things and my body do nothing and my mind loose itself
Sadness was automatic.
But baby, you’re my baby…you have to go and I need to run.
I’ve got to find space and release all the frustration loving you creates.
I need to shake off the remnants of the pulling, the pushing, your eyes.
Our massive connectivity…our force, our bond…we can use it some other time.
Tonight though, tonight is goodbye and it feels good to feel this way.
It feels free.
No promises, but fate is fair in its ways and wages.
If there is a chance, it’s ours.
Now, this now, I’ll crawl my way through my self inflicted oblivion and let our gang go.

Traffic may have an impact

Wed, 22 Aug 2012 15:27:15 -0400

Traffic may have an impact

The Thing Is..

Wed, 22 Aug 2012 14:13:00 -0400

You cannot love me if your desire is for my equal adoration
You cannot love me if my imperfections make you hide
You cannot love me if I don’t aggravate every nerve in you (when I do)

You should not love me if you don’t feel me move inside of you
You should not love me if my no’s mean no to you
You should not love me if I cannot make you cry

If you love me, you must love me more than I do you
Because my love will forever reach up to yours
And it will protect you
But you cannot, if you love me, love me less.

t♢.

Everything.

Sun, 08 Jul 2012 19:17:26 -0400

Everything.

Six

Sun, 08 Jul 2012 19:00:39 -0400

You were this process,
You stole half the year,
Covering me,
Layer under layer,
To feel protected.
Yet
Nights keeping warm,
To get you out,
Were the better ones.

t♢.

Strangers & Familiarity

Sat, 30 Jun 2012 09:19:44 -0400

As people we have a habit of picking up behavioral attributes from the folks we’re around a lot. They range from beliefs to making the same noise your friend makes when she’s annoyed. Sometimes these additions to our personality affect serious aspects of how we interact with others. For example, I became less inclined to call someone a friend because of a past influence.

As kids we rarely think twice about whether or not to label someone a friend because the core of the relationship is innocent. We like the person, we talk, we hang out and we call them a friend. But as we get older we learn that the label “friend” can be purely selfish and also used loosely, that the people we so casually label as friends are in actuality merely acquaintances. But because we’ve never really thought about what the term “a friend” really accounts for, we just give it away.

I’ve taken away that friendships are mutual and you let them become such because it is, after all, a term of endearment. So it’s not that I’m being an ahole when people say things like “so we’re friends right” or “what are friends for?” and I respond with “you’re not my friend.” It’s because I’m not 7 & if I am to call you a friend it’s because you are.

This and She

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 18:10:00 -0400

Nothing matters to the sun;
Not the swell of your eyes.
Nor the ache in your chest.
Her beauty will rise,
And she will leave.
Nothing matters to the sun.

t♢.

Feeling like a clear sky with life in the way.

Sun, 10 Jun 2012 02:16:00 -0400

Feeling like a clear sky with life in the way.

Right Now

Sat, 09 Jun 2012 04:16:00 -0400

You creep in so gently,
disturbing just enough,
to make me wonder…
What’s on your mind?
How are your nights?

Just Someone

Thu, 31 May 2012 17:05:00 -0400

For the years should’ve made a difference
The approach should’ve come more comfortably
You should’ve known that I’d be here for it
Disregarding the blatant misery

And the things that I thought were clearer
Seem to fog among the silence between us
And the notion stands that I was your savior
Disregarding the blatant misery

t♢.

Thee Honor is None

Sat, 19 May 2012 21:47:00 -0400

To what do I owe thee honor of love?
Chances are if feels too good you’ve been lied to.
Or you, yourself have lied.

To what do I owe thee honor of love?
If it is the very core of this hour by hour sadness.
What honor is there in her love if it were not how I wanted to be loved?

It is easiest to doubt the honesty of anyones’ affection.
To doubt their intentions and to only fear their abandonment…
There is no focus in such a tie.
No faith, no trust, no peace.
Merely selfishness.

If I am to have thee honor of love,
I want free love.
I want a love that expects nothing.
I want patience in that love.
I want a love that consumes me if ever the miles between us are in the thousands.
I want a love that understands.

I want,
my love.

t♢.