Leif Erikson

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I texted you today, to see if you'd reply.
You didn't.
(Should be held with kid gloves)
It helps with the lights out, to pretend that we're okay.
Like braille in the night time.

If your life is such a big joke, why should I care?

So then hook me up and pull me baby cakes...
'Cause I like to get hooked

I'm regressing back to my unhealthiest state.

Picture you and me together.
It'll be okay.

IT'S LIKE LEARNING A NEW LANGUAGE

To the Trifecta

Laundry detergent, cologne, coffee, weed, water , tv sounds, a couch, warm bodies.

I slept there and left feeling like a whore

I check my e-mail obsessively to see if you're written back.
I'm posting to see if you'll reply.
I walk past your place, and I cross the road so I can stare through your windows.

Why am I doing this?


But please call me back.

It's way too late

To be this lost inside ourselves.
The trouble is, you're in love with someone else.

Should be me.

So, there are less and less weeks of school left.
I don't want more school, I don't want to work.
So what is it I want to do?

That top picture is my brother and his friend on New Years.
The one photo of the two of them I like.