I started this blog 1 year ago. At that time I hadn’t planned on still being around after 1 year, but the fact is I’m still alive, and that has to count for something.

WordPress reminded me today that I have been blogging for exactly 1 year. I didn't think this blog would do that much. I didn't have any social media profiles back then, and I was alone. I figured my blog would get 0 followers and nobody would ever read a word I wrote. But as time … Continue reading I started this blog 1 year ago. At that time I hadn’t planned on still being around after 1 year, but the fact is I’m still alive, and that has to count for something.

“Nothing can compare to the feeling of your kiss, the friction of our lips slowly burning the red out of my blood, leaving me drunk on your love.”

I like shy, cherry boys, Who act sour, but really they’re sweet. They slowly creep around the corner And go speeding down the street   I like those shy, cherry guys Who’s faces all turn red The second that they see a naked lady And never try to rush them to bed   I’m a … Continue reading “Nothing can compare to the feeling of your kiss, the friction of our lips slowly burning the red out of my blood, leaving me drunk on your love.”

“I miss you, but that doesn’t mean I need you. I’m still worth something, even without you.”

You did not take anything That I did not willingly give, So I cannot, will not, Place the blame on you. I thought I was empty, That nothing remained Outside of tattered love Where my heart used to be.   But I was wrong.   When nothing remains, When all I can claim Is the … Continue reading “I miss you, but that doesn’t mean I need you. I’m still worth something, even without you.”

You taught me the value in all things, so even if you’re gone, I can still find reasons to keep on living.

Love is not blind. Love is a vision beyond our eyes. I can close my own And right in front of me Does my love appear. She is formed By all things; Her hair are wisps That lead lost souls Through dark woods. Her eyes are petals, Slow falling light Through a somber winter. Her … Continue reading You taught me the value in all things, so even if you’re gone, I can still find reasons to keep on living.

“I am empty, but oddly enough, this emptiness feels heavy…it feels so damn heavy.”

I can’t cry anymore. I used to cry driving home every day. I used to cry in the shower, and when I laid down for bed. I turned to drugs and alcohol to numb my mind, so I wouldn’t have a free thought left to drift towards my unpleasant past, or at least the unpleasant … Continue reading “I am empty, but oddly enough, this emptiness feels heavy…it feels so damn heavy.”