I'm addicted to your touch.

It is electrifying.

You make me feel alive.

Its really all come full circle, hasn't it?

We are all having re-runs of each other's past experiences.

Sharing the hatred towards the same girl.

Preaching to him how to keep from sinking---

when he taught me not so long ago.

You have one boy in the palm of your hand,

she has another ensnared around her fingers.

Two relationships falling apart,

Two being built.

Rationing one another's misery.

Lust,

Adultery,

Pride,

Sex,

Envy.

We are going through a relapse of some sort.

aren't we?

Like a brick to the face, it hit me.

Moments ago in Jenna's car, I realized:
We aren't kids anymore.
There is not just being a kid for us.
We can be irresponsible for the rest of our lives,
but being a kid is quickly fading.
When did everything change?
When did crushes and "liking" someone,
become searching for the one to sped the rest of your life with?
When did this all get so serious?

Blanket me in sleep.

Your arms form a security blanket
Around my slight body. Inhale your scent---
The strongest sedative, your pheromones.
Rhythmic breathing in and out lullabies,
Tickling my alabaster neck, delight
My drowsy thoughts. Your pallid skin
Bare against mine, pressing gently, you form
To the curves we conceive. Fitting like a
Puzzle piece. This lazy, languid lounging
Is perpetually tranquil. Iv'ry
For purity, scarlet for passionate
Love, violet elixir, Tempt me to:

A torpid state of saccharine dreaming,
Held safe against the dying of the light.

good night.

this weekend was lovely,
but too short.
i think there are many constructive,
beautiful,
yet possibly painful things
that have been set in motion.
it is going to get better.
for us.
for them.
for her.
for him.
we will all be happy
together.

Why is it that we all need to be loved, but when somebody finally says, "I love you," people just run scared?

Because we feel obligated to say it back, and that is scary—-even if we love that person. Because saying “I love you” makes it a real, tangible thing. It takes something so incredibly incomprehensible and forces you to acknowledge it. And by acknowledging it you accept the fact that loving that person—-inviting them into the deepest recesses of your heart—-gives them power. Power to destroy you, to break your heart and shatter your happiness. Power to tear you up, from the inside out, and to destroy your trust, faith, and hope. Or power to make you feel better than you ever have, to help you, fix you, make you better. Power to love you back and to create something impossibly beautiful among the chaos. And that is downright terrifying.

I can't. I really can't anymore,

I wanted you to be part of my family,
I've put up with your bull shit for two weeks.
I listened to you bitch about every little thing,
and I bit my tongue.
but I CAN NOT deal with it anymore.
You DON'T hurt my best friend like that.
I don't give a fuck if she is your ex girlfriend or not,
you have NO right.
I know you say shit out of anger,
stuff you really don't mean,
But a waste of time?
Fuck you, ok?
Fuck.
You.
She deserves so much better.