"it just seems like you agreed to have a certain personality or something, for no reason. just to make things easier for everyone but when you think about it, i mean how do you know if it's even you?"

free

shirking shoes i wish they were optional

WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING

my heart feels like this

yr warm; i'm cold

"because yr face says sex when you smile dear, it's written in huge suburban letters and the letters say tenderness to me it all says sex and dance with me, all because now, dear don't you love the city? don't you love the idea of city romance? yr my modern suburban pretty"

lost and then found drunk but so kiss on the cheek grateful problems from the past finally eye contact, cheekbones and all much too much my eyes hurt and yr a shadow disappearing around the corner my eyes are so painfully aware of but yr much too beautiful for me

this heaven gives me migraines

(̅_̅_̅_̅(̅_̅_̅_̅_̅_̅_̅_̅_̅̅_̅()ڪے~

we all played nice but there was nothing nice about it he kept looking at things he shouldn't and i was too stubborn to move an inch he told me in no uncertain terms the uncertainty of the situation but i just. laughed. in his face and rolled a cigarette so he wouldn't see the expression on my face.

DSHW

i wore these same boots when i ran away from you at 3am in the rain the rain in yr hair was what started it all in the first place drunk & v-neck inside out and i owed you

rah

my hands are tired today; far too shaky to roll a decent cigarette
weeks wearing leopard print but you and i both know i'm a tiger deep down

you said it was yesterday

i don't know if it's you or if it's me oh i don't know i don't know

voyeur

his and hers jeans so they can unravel at the seams
coffee as a prop but
you don't go
he told me it lasted longer than anyone gave it credit.

2

they were like a married couple
he read the paper and she
stared into space
open book but wrapped in plastic

surry hills

sunday morning slap in the face across the street haphazardly jay walking black boots over dirty white lines inclined to take an incline in a rush cigarette and everything at once periphery my downfall and you're against a door always one foot in the door the same jacket i wore and gave back before the the words you couldn't take back my hair's close to on end lip between teeth my eyes look anywhere but at you always thin ice and i don't want it to crack you crack a smile - so familiar - my lips are numb no man's land i hesitate

lines

no matter,
we've been on different frequencies all year
now that i'm not a stone's throw away I wouldn't trust you further than i could throw you.

wired/wireless

even when i sleep
it's just places spewing faces i've seen all too much
so i've been listening to the blues.

send a cage thru the post / make yr name like a ghost

a weekend in leopard print
in denial about winter.
tuesday blues come two days early
yr gorgeous but you bore me

brokenails

i constantly feel like i am just getting to know my hands;
so how could i ever know anything like the back of my hand?

george st

prepaid faces
i need double bow laces.

smoke break

sitting on ledges swinging legs,
there's no need to run a walk will suffice.

tired of back tracking

i'm now buying into 'back on track'
3 names figuratively scratched
from crumpled paper long misplaced.
clock and dagger/off the radar,
when you call me i don't pick up anymore.

warming up

yes & no
walk & talk
teeth & nail
black & white
coffee & cigarettes

01.06.09

winter means sheets to chins.

s&m

yr brow is wrinkled like discarded paper.
i want to smooth it but hardly know how

newly nude

JACKETS THAT HUG.

repetition

so so
well well
mirror mirror
yeah yeah yeah
same old same old
hey hey
die die die
bye bye
wait wait wait
emergency emergency
meow meow
blah blah
please please please

well well

how funny the power we have over each other

walkawayhangupdropoffbreakupfuckoff.

over&over&over&over&over

thursday i don't care about you

"33 thanks" and i am so into twee
autumn's ending and i took a leaf out of yr book
rule of thumb and i am hitchhiking somwehere new
so fucking bored of maybes to yes or no questions.

3am

worried about missing autumn

i don't like yr widows peak

you probably like girls with long hair
in all black
with SLR cameras hanging from their necks

i want longer legs to walk away

anyway

he spoke so drawn out.
"hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...niiiice to mmmeet youuu"
and held my hand for longer than necessary.

but what is necessary, anyway?

william st

is 1 am
broken bass amps
everyone wearing too much black
& always seeing someone i know.

this heaven gives me migraines

over sized shirt posing as a dress
conor with one 'n'
old hat via old friend

...feeling fond of tall people