why i love kaylah

well, if you think about it, kaylah is not really that cool. when it comes to insults and jeers she's pretty well dominating in that field, but her overall coolness appeal is kinda weird. i mean, wow, that bag that she owns (the one from the thrift store) is like, 'cool, did someone throw up on an old lady?'

but obviously i'm kidding. kaylah is pretty much a BAMF and the fact that she has awesome hair really adds to her all 'round coolness. regardless of the fact that she likes to give herself self high fives, she's fairly awesome. i don't know, i think this is going to be a great friendship on the horizon.

picture unrelated. its a duck.

tired.

she broke down and i
broke down, 'cause
i was tired of lying.
driving back to her
apartment, for the
moment we're alone.
she's alone.
i'm alone.
now i know it.

brick - ben folds five.

day-late.

your eyes crystalize around my gaze and i'm trapped beside you. i am completely aware that you're beautiful. my chest is filled with a light weight, stuffed with something warm and smothering. my mouth feels like cotton and i tug my hair with nerves.
i want to kiss you, but i can't, and i know that we're impossibile. it hurts, but i know that if i even suggest the chance it'd hurt you more.
thus my lips are sealed and my ships afloat. i will become day-late and older without the wiser. you will grow to be something brilliant, like i always knew you would, and when we meet again i know that i could never touch you like i did before.

dirt.

what have i become?
my sweetest friend,

everyone i know

goes away in the end.

and you could have it all;

my empire of dirt.

i will let you down.

i will make you hurt.

hurt - johnny cash.

inevitable.

i watched him sleep. he was tucked up next to me, positioned in such a way that only he could pull off. his hair was curled beautifully around his sharp face and all i could do was wish to touch the boy i fell in love with. i wanted to reach out, just to feel him breathe under my palm and have his soft skin caress my unworthy fingers.

but yet all i can recall after that is the wonder as to how he could do that, and why i would ever trust anyone with my heart. they argue that it was a mistake, yet if a mistake goes unpunished how will anyone learn?

my silver box will stay locked until someone is brave enough to build a key.