Matches

8-14-06 10:08 pm

I miss kissing Shannon after he was done smoking. That’s weird. I know. But sometimes I love that taste. That smell on your fingers, that metallic taste on the lips. The way you get high when you’re falling into that person’s arms when they want you so bad. That was high school. I believe in rainstorms that wash away all of those graveyards that I can’t change. I believe in animal instincts. I believe in Carlitos and Steve. I believe in crushes. I believe in being single. I believe in broken hearts and driving around in the middle of the night screaming with your music. I believe in black kitty cats and green trees. I believe in being lost forever. I believe in missing someone so bad your heart cracks when you think about them. I believe in a needle and thread, the type that you have to carry in your back pocket to sew things back together on a whim. Can you hear me? I thought wisdom and love would set me free. I believe in being sad, and putting on happy put together face. I believe in wishing to disappear of the face of the earth. Thinking things would be better if I stay, so long, and goodnight. I believe in stars, and full moons that pull you in. I believe in sleeping forever. I believe in cars that haunt you in your dreams. Light reflections and banisters. I believe in wishing to share your deepest darkest and lightest thoughts with someone. Wishing someone could understand your genes. I believe in being sick to your stomach.