Showing posts with label circa early august. Show all posts
Showing posts with label circa early august. Show all posts

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Still In Mind

Now n then, i like to go back n read past journal entries, just to cross examine myself, to pick up on any groundbreaking transitions that i couldnt have noticed from day to day. Never anything too fucking serious though, which isnt good n isnt bad 


" N I realized earlier tha im levelheaded by nature, but I get so insensibly n stubbornly hopeful n wishful wen specific emotions of mine r involved, n become overpowering... how differently I analyze relationships wen im madd emotionally dependent on the person at the other end... "


(Still out of my control.)


" Im a bipolar wreck bcos of his presence, n still I love it. Id crash in these letdowns repeatedly until he finally found feelings for me. Id bear it simply cos to me, hes worth the waiting n the stressing... "


(Still mean it, but less so the second part.)


" It meant so much to me, even if ur intentions were far from wat I wish they were... Ur killin me wit uncertainty n weak communication, n yet ur keeping me clinging with those same moves... "


(Still true.)

" Or am I not enough for u? Or has there always been another girl? Maybe I misinterpreted the signs, misinterpreted wats happened between us. maybe 'we' aren’t in the universe’s intentions after all. N as much as shit blows when feelings arent mutual, id still b happy if u were happy wit the path laid for u. but itd b magic to break fate together n jus be... "


(Still insecure like this, still speculating, still wishing him the best, but wanting him to myself less.)

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Nonsense #2

the purpose of my hands
the thirst to my hunger
the drive to my motivation
and the warmth of my affection
are all hollow histories now. 

when energy’s neglected
when value stays unseen
how do you cope with loss?
with faded existence in eyes?
with decay?

how do you relearn to love yourself
in order to love him again
in order to make the same mistake twice
but realize all things with clarity
after the second?
left with bones and
fleshy voices that
lose their marrow
and float on with
empty memories.
rotting.

Nonsense #1

concentration unbreakable
focus unchallengable
potential indisputable
randomass
cheapass
punkass
bitchass
sweet as
fuck

disarmingly
priming
my heart
with 
your
unreliable
undeniable
bullshit