I Won't Break Your Heart

the beautiful thing about memories is that they are yours; whether they are good, bad, or indifferent. they belong to you, and no matter where life takes you, your memories tie you to where you've been, and to where you are now.

that evening, we met up for coffee and cigarettes. we talked about how life used to be. when i was still a boy. and you were still a girl. 

i miss warm summer nights, to lie on a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. i want to dip my toes in the water, to dangle my feet off the edge of the dock and sit leaning forward, looking at you, laughing. i miss how your long hair falls on your shoulders. i miss how you dance to the sunset at the beach. i miss making you tea in the morning. i miss singing to your favourite tunes. 

because for me, it’s always been you; always. i’ve tried to fight it and i’ve tried to deny it but i can’t. you’re undeniable.

And If You Are Not Too Long, I Will Wait Here For You All My Life

i want to be remembered. i want to be thought of as that one special boy who will never let anyone get in his way. i want to be needed. cried over. waited on. wished for. i want to be stronger. i want to be beautiful. and i want to find that someone who can do all these things for me, from now until never.

 

and without her, i didnt feel the simplicities of the world anymore. the sky was just the sky, and i was just a boy. and without her, neither seemed quite as exquisite and beautiful.

who are you? who am i? does it matter? i have the answers to these questions, but the answers lay in the freedom we feel. The freedom we feel at night, when we're all alone, running from nothing and everything at the same time. the answer? it does not matter who you are, it does not matter who i am. i love you, let's be free. xo

Here I Come, There You Go

broken and lost
tired and blind
have i wasted all these years
chasing ghosts and butterflies?

My Friend You've Been Wasted, And You Will Be Again

lets go for a drink. lets go for a drive. 
lets phase out all the hopeless nights.

A Beautiful Kid And His Beautiful Trouble

                 how long i live inside my window, by the sighing roadways
feel the city searching for my loneliness, in the dust and intermittent rain.