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I should probably put the pen down, because I might make a mess, but there’s a few things here, I want to confess. I just dyed my hair, because I thought I saw a random grey, I bought new jeans … Continue reading
I wrote a song about you, it wasn’t good. The rhythm was off, the melody too complicated. I didn’t know how to end it, so I just let it fade.
Came across some old pictures of us. They were placed in the wrong box. Oddly enough, I smiled, because it reminded me, that sometimes you need to go through the wrong box, to get to the right one.
To My Gut Instinct: You have an impeccable record. That said, I’m sorry I’ve ignored you lately. It was nothing personal, which is literally the reason I ignored you. Please remain impeccable, even if from time to time, I knowingly … Continue reading
“Love is a Dog from Hell” (by Charles Bukowski), was the book you had once given to me. I always thought your title choice ironic, since we were strictly platonic, was there something I didn’t see? And you’ll never (EVER) … Continue reading
It’s my fault we ran into each other last month, I Jedi mind tricked you. you’d probably like to know that, being the most narcissistic person i’ve ever met. We shook hands, you smiled, that stupid adorable smile. I hate … Continue reading
I am unable to write, not a good sign, especially at this, particular moment in time. I’ve been scribbling down rhymes, hating each one more than the next, considered going Carrie Bradshaw on your asses, and start blogging about sex… … Continue reading
Blinded by Bukowski, temporarily, instead of pen, i’ll write in pencil, to ensure my words are me.