Sunday, December 02, 2007

our song

it was
probably
96,
second half of
freshman year.

it
was everywhere,
there was no
escaping it.

so i believed fate wanted it to
be our song.

our song reminds
me
of you, then, there,
so far away
from home.

I loved you because you reminded me of home.

it played when
we'd drive down
from school,
for winter break...
on our first date.
on the television when i'd wait up late at night.

"I don't believe that anybody
feels the way i feels the
way i do about you now..."

It was true, then.

You didn't stick around long
enough to disappoint me.

Its been a long time,
i heard you moved to
new york, or something.

we don't speak,
but you visit me in dreams,
in photos,
and that song.

i hit play, rewind, repeat.

"cause maybe your gonna be the one that saves me..."

You didn't,
but that's ok,
I didn't know what the fuck i was doing either......

there should be
no apologies,
for being teenagers.

07'

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Amusement Park

I've waited
in this line before...
I've ridden this ride
before.

It goes
round and round,
up and down.
ending as quickly
as it began.

I've yelled,
screamed,
and
gotten sick
on this ride before.

I can't believe
you find this fun.
back again.
to take that ride again.

you were
immature,
but still tall enough
to ride.

i was
still young
for my age.

lookin for amusement in an amusment park.

As I recall,
I didn't want you to
think I was chicken,
but I was.

Not cause i didn't see the drops
coming,
but because
i did...

It was a chance
to let go of the bar
and put my arms in the air...
and surrender.

but for your amusement.

Back again,
to take that ride again.
Time to wait again
Time to feel sick again
Time to get off...

Yeah
I wanna get off,
just... how badly
this time?


07'

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