“The truth is that I’m afraid to be your friend because I’m always going to want more. But then I got to thinking that I’d rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all.”—(via raindropsonredroses)
Every time I look at you the world just melts away. All my troubles, all my fears, dissolve in your affections. You’ve seen me at my weakest, but you take me as I am. And when I fall you offer me a softer place to land. You stay the course, you hold the line you keep it all together. You’re the one true thing I know I can believe in. You’re all the things that I desire, you save me, you complete me. You’re the one true thing I know I can believe. I get mad so easy, but you give me room to breathe. No matter what I say or do ‘cause you’re too good to fight about it. Even when I have to push just to see how far you’ll go, you wont stoop down to battle but you never turn to go. Your love is just the antidote when nothing else will cure me. There are times I cant decide when I cant tell up from down. You make me feel less crazy when otherwise I’d drown. But you pick me up and brush me off and tell me I’m okay. Sometimes thats just what we need to get us through the day.
Between Rita and my eyes
There is a rifle
And whoever knows Rita
Kneels and plays
To the divinity in those honey-colored eyes
And I kissed Rita
When she was young
And I remember how she approached
And how my arm covered the loveliest of braids
And I remember Rita
The way a sparrow remembers its stream
Between us there are a million sparrows and images
And many a rendezvous
Fired at by a rifle
Rita’s name was a feast in my mouth
Rita’s body was a wedding in my blood
And I was lost in Rita for two years
And for two years she slept on my arm
And we made promises
Over the most beautiful of cups
And we burned in the wine of our lips
And we were born again
What before this rifle could have turned my eyes from yours
Except a nap or two or honey-colored clouds?
Once upon a time
Oh, the silence of dusk
In the morning my moon migrated to a far place
Towards those honey-colored eyes
And the city swept away all the singers
He always gets so mad things you laugh at. “Don’t get so worked up.” you’d say, but on the back deck you admit that you haven’t felt much like laughing lately anyway. And so I say “that could change.”
I noticed how you waste no time making your way across the room. You leave a wake of tongues still waving after you. And it isn’t no coincidence where you finally choose to stand. I guess soon you will be leaving your man.
It’s a sweet smile and then a denial. Hey, you are just trying to be nice. But there is a meaning to every fleeting action you unconsciously decide. And the clocks they chime. Now it’s time.
I know you try to play it cool but there are some thoughts you just can’t hide. Only in your closest friends would you confide. The way you say you’ll be seeing me, oh like it’s so offhand. I guess soon you will be leaving your man.
You stare at me so boldly now. You have no lack of confidence. It’s just those lessons on sublety you missed. I know you dream of saving me like I’m some plane that you could land. But when you fly you’ll be leaving your man.
I’m in love with bright eyes. I started painting today; I went out and bought tons of brushes, paints, and a huge canvas. I watched Titanic, and rented some movies. I have my fifth hangover of the past week, and strangely I’m okay with that. I don’t know how to explain how I feel, but Connor Oburst seems to. I’ll let him do it for me. I’m trying to find a hobby besides writing to keep me occupied. Painting was my next choice. I’m going home on Thursday night, just to grab my prom dress and violin, not to mention my aunt Laura is in town. Hence, I’m only staying one night.
“Everything I think of you changes constantly. I love you, I hate you, I need you, I want you, I am so much better off without you, you don’t deserve me, you’re everything to me. There are times I think I can get over you, and times when I know I can’t. There are times I flirt with other guys, and think maybe something could even blossom there because that guy could love me back. But all my fantasies involving that guy just entail you watching us together; you realizing that I am everything you ever dreamed of, and then my imagination breaks away from all my self control and I imagine you and I together, just like I always have.”—(via raindropsonredroses)
The supreme good is like water, which nourishes all things without trying to. It is content with the low places that people disdain. Thus it is like the Tao.
In dwelling, live close to the ground. In thinking, keep to the simple. In conflict, be fair and generous. In governing, don’t try to control. In work, do what you enjoy. In family life, be completely present.
When you are content to be simply yourself and don’t compare or compete, everybody will respect you.
“Maybe I was just a silly little girl when I walked into this. I built everything on him and let him take all of that away. I broke into the very shattered pieces I never imagined I could be. But from that moment on, I turned into the strongest, smartest, and most hopeful person I ever knew, or thought I could be.”—
This scent you left in my bed is helping me forget everything you said. Ask yourself what’s left when your heart goes dead, cause my love has fled without sentiment. Stand on your feet now. Your willingness to be ignorant is what’s wearing me down. I detached my heart from you long ago.
I don’t ever wanna fall in love again. Don’t wait for me. I’m no saint, you’ll see. But if I do, I bet I’ll never fall for you, not for you.
You’ve been exposed and I hope you know that what we had was gold, now tarnished and old. Reap what you sow, and this case is closed. You can walk alone, because I felt that way so long ago.
Stand on your feet now. Your willingness to be ignorant is what’s wearing me down. I detached my heart from you long ago.
“You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, even months analyzing a situation, trying to put the pieces together. Justifying what could’ve, should’ve, would’ve happened. Or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and realize there’s a reason they’re down there.”—