Love's gone bad.

And there's nothing I can do or say
that's gonna make you look my way.

It's all in the eyes.

They'll never know and I'll never tell.

Grey

I drove along the coast. It reminded me of you. Or maybe it reminded me of the memory of you. I can't tell the difference anymore.

Dreamland

Can't wait to hang out with the daisies this weekend.

Love is patient. Love is kind. Unfortunately, I'm neither.

Truth

We all want to run away, but some of us are just slower than others.

The Plot

The Plot has been lost
I'll never find it again
It's not scribbled on paper
or written in pen.

It's not in my head
or with my heart on my sleeve
It's gone running, gone walking
decided to leave.

The plot has been lost
It didn't leave me a note
Just some heartache, a headache
and a violin playing goat.

The plot has been lost
but I'm not sure i mind
because the plot that's been lost
is not mine to find.

Coversations

Words chase words as I get lost in your voice.

Nothing ever makes sense on a sunday.

Cosmic

When we're together I feel the planets align.

Words

I think i miss you, but I don't really think it's you i miss.

Choices

They can be rather confusing can't they.

Esmeralda the Fortune Teller

Sometimes it's nice to pretend to be someone else.

Hello Again

This holiday between shopping on Oxford St and beaching on the Italian Riviera I had a lot of thinking time to do (as one does). And I got to thinking about this blog and why I haven't posted since May 26. First I felt sad, then I felt guilty (we all know what a bore that can be) and then I came up with an excuse I thought was rather nice which I'll share with you: It got too personal. I think my dad tried to ask me if I was gay because of this (in all fairness it is a rather unfortunately placed comma), people thought I was sad because of this, i got called "quite intense" I'm pretty sure because of this. And I started to worry that everything I posted would be taken literally so I started to censor myself which, in turn, kind of killed my creativity. But now I'm back (uncensored). I hope you're glad. I am. And please, comment. But don't ask me what I mean or who I'm talking about, because often it's nothing or no one at all.

I know it's sad,
but unfortunately it's true.
A lot of my wanting to wake up
has to do with seeing you.

Together we Slept

Hand in Hand.
Heart in Heart.

The Fear

Where are you?
I sit and wait.
Wait to see, to hear,
to touch, to feel.

I wait for bristles on cheeks
and hands on hips.

I wait for eyes meeting eyes
and flesh meeting fingertips.

I wait for a sound,
for a rush of air.

I wait to look up,
but you're still not there.

The only thing i can offer you is passion.

When the cure becomes the cause

you just have to let it go.

Cheers!

Congrats to one of my favourite bloggers Paige on the launch of her book "A Million Miles from Normal". I am now going to stop blogging and go read it immediately.

If I had a bagel for a boyfriend...

I want to paint...

does that mean i need a beret?

The Key

I'm wearing a cardigan the same colour as your car.
It reminds me of how you pushed me out,
and forever locked the door.

Babi

Whenever I look out at The Ocean i will forever think of You.

One day you'll have to ask yourself...

Are you crying because you're alone? Or are you alone because you're crying?

Because having a personality...

isn't the same as having a personality disorder.

highartlowlife.

Ideas.

Funny things aren't they?

I won't wait till i'm older.
till i live in france.
till i've saved enough money.
till you tell me it's alright.

i'll do it today.
because tomorrow might be too late.

with you i am paris and poetry and perfumed letters written in fountain pen.
with you i am wrapped up in blankets and spread out on sheets.
with you i am car rides in country sides and cherries on stalks.
with you i am romance and the things we forget.

Too hot for clothes.

You know what they say.

I used to think you were interesting

Until i found out you were just like the rest of them