January 2010
48 posts
i keep coming back for more
i love you
i want to rape your face
quite frankly;
i just don’t care enough about you anymore.
and with you, everything’s alright.
my heart hurts, my fingers are shaking, my mind is racing, my throat is closing
i love you
i miss you
i need you
and maybe your sick of me, but i want you more than ever
i like;
your mysterious smile, your rather weird hair, your sense of humor, your perverse mind, the occasional annoying conversations, the funny random noises you make, the burning touch of your fingertips on my skin, how you know most of the things on my mind.
how you take my breath away and never give it back.
I
have never experienced this feeling in my throat, it’s my heart reappearing again
you make my dreams possible, you make it all possible
the coldness takes over my body and i am overcome. with hands shaking i start to write. my teeth chatter, gnashing together more and more every second. i am nervous. i am scared. i start to feel alone, again. but this time, i know i’m not.
the clouds ripped through the sky, like dynamite.
to my surprise, it was a beautiful sight.
and so will you, i love you so much.
always been a pessimist. never wanted a long relationship, get sick of them too fast. but then you came, and i want nothing more than to be with you for as long as i can. you’ve really been digging for the optimist in me. well, you’re resurfacing bits and pieces of the me i once was. nicole. as a whole. that wasn’t supposed to rhyme. but i guess it just adds to the irony. at...
your cool skin brushes against my cheek, but somehow i find it so warming.
so i get to;
attempt to sleep with another one of my infamous headaches. why do i get these? my brain must not work right. it’s something in my genes. i’m all screwed up. they screwed me up.
do you;
even care?
excuse me but
it kind of seems like you don’t.
drink up baby, look at the stars.
Once in a while, I act like a child, to feel like a kid again. It gets like a prison in the body I’m living in. Cause everyone’s watching, and quick to start talking, I’m losing my innocence. Wish I were a little girl without the weight of the world. It would be nice to start over again, before we were men. I’d give, I’d bend. Let’s play pretend. And when...
we didn’t realize we were making memories; we just thought we were having fun.
i want to wake up every morning looking into your eyes. i want to feel your breath on my neck. and your hand in mine. i want you. nothing else. until the day i die.
somehow i always fall asleep smiling….
i love you.
i love you. every fiber of your body and mind. unconditionally. until forever. i promise.
I like your hands, And all the lines in them.
The way they feel on my skin; My cheek.
The back of my neck, Around my waist.
And the way your calloused hands somehow have the softest touch I have ever known.
I like when your fingers are tangled with mine.
And how warm they are.
And how I involuntarily shiver as my own hands make the transition from cold to warm.
the hardest part of living;
is just taking breath to stay.
‘cause i know i’m good for something
i just haven’t found it yet
i need it.
i hear the sirens. i see the lighthouse shining in the distance. i couldn’t swim. i couldn’t remember, i still can’t. selective memory? maybe. why is everyone around me? i’m finally getting the attention i’ve always longed for. but surprisingly, it isn’t as enjoyable as i imagined it.
nothing feels like home,
i’m a thousand miles away.
christopher lapointe;
i am so madly in love with your entire being.
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i just wanna be successful.