I ThoughtI thought we ended things a long time agoI Thought by ~themyssing
When our fights had grown to stale cold matches
Neither of us wanting to give up a win
Neither of us willing to admit to a loss
That was before the headlights
And the unforgiving glances behind us
Where we both spent time wondering where the other one was
where we both gave into wild fantasies of running away
That was when things didn't have to make sense
It was all lust in the park after dark
Without a sense of the damage we were doing to eachother
Without a second thought about the future we were destroying
Cheers To YesterdayDo you remember me?Cheers To Yesterday by ~themyssing
Back when I was that blonde haired girl
Before the drug addictions
Before the bi polar
Before the long drunk nights
It was all baseball fields
and mom's disappointing grin,
"You are covered in dirt!"
But that was a long time ago
Most days I don't even remember
And then I hear your name
Someone Must Get HurtCan't be that blank space for you anymore.Someone Must Get Hurt by ~themyssing
Where every word you breathe in the softness
is a vapor of what is real.
No room for anything but...
the surreal touch of your bare skin.
How perfect those memories are,
In a way that is bittersweet as much as it is
perfect in every way.
But that's too easy,
You leave and I become a feeling:
Fleeting and regretful.
It began with the wafflesIt began with the waffles, well first there were the potholders, but really the problem was the waffles. I don’t even think she knew she was making waffles; much less that she had lost her potholders in the trash can the day before. But nonetheless the real issue here was that she was making waffles, could she be dreaming she was making waffles? Perhaps she wasn’t even dreaming, perhaps she was just doing. I had been living in this house for…oh well heck I don’t keep track of the days like she does. All I know is I couldn’t remember the last time I was outside. I look outside a lot though; I stare out the window and watch the pretty birds fly around. I get lucky from time to time and see a field mouse, oh how that excites me!It began with the waffles by ~themyssing
But back to the waffles, you see I first realized she was making waffles when I smelled maple syrup, so naturally I yawned, stretched, and waltzed leisurely into the kitchen to caress against her leg. She usually says hello when I do