So anxious to see where this goes.. I’ve never been the type to get back together with someone after they’ve broken my heart. Your words and kisses since have felt so genuine, and as of right now I’m glad I took a leap of faith. I’m really excited for the memories this summer will bring, and I hope the next time you tell me you love me, you mean it.
A part of me
(I haven’t yet decided if it’s big or small)
Wants to kiss you the next time I see you
Tell you I miss you
And proceed to see my heart broken
(again)
and i ran back to that hollow again
the moon was just a sliver back then
and i ached for my heart like some tin man
when it came oh it beat and it boiled and it rang..its ringing
My brother stood before us, not on a bank of the Big Blackfoot river, but suspended above the earth, free from all its laws, like a work of art.
Greenwater, Washington, USA
So proud to be from washington!
Saying no can be very empowering.
You lead me, fit around my tongue,
It’s so easy to forget that I’m lost.
Spent all of my life waiting for answers
To lift me, to numb me,
To define it all.
Why can’t I stop thinking back to that day? That absolutely perfect summer day…
The day before the last day of July. The sun shining, walking through Seattle with two of my best friends before what was perhaps the best concert I’ve been to. I talked and connected with more strangers that day than I ever have before, and since. Slam-dancing in the mosh pit, laughing, singing, taking pictures. Driving home with our ears ringing, talking about our favorite of the new songs. Soaking it up, knowing that soon we’d all be going our separate ways for college. Perfection.
Only minutes into the last day of July, you caught me on my post-concert high. Partying outside my house with your friends. You looked fun, and I was looking for fun. You invited me to a wedding the next day, which I foolishly agreed to (only to text you the next day with an excuse as to why I couldn’t go). You pursued me though. And that was nice. So nice. For almost 3 months it was nice. Days in your truck, and nights in your bed. Perfection.
Why do things have to change? I’m pretty sure it’s to make way for new and better things, but sometimes - in the midst of heartbreak - I’m just not sure.
