over galaxies, and you said i was like an entire constellation.

Letting the noise populate itself into single serving seconds that I suck dry like lemons and apples.

I am tired of lying to myself.

he to her promised, touching her rainkissed face...They were doomed from the start. This is sort of like e. e. cummings, but with a rhyme scheme and syllabic meter. C: Please R&R, it'll mean a lot to me.

Love in it's purest, most heartwrenching form.

January, 2006. Sometimes words aren't enough (even pretty ones).

Dear Mom, remember when you asked me what love was?...