Well I survived.
It's not really over, but I can pretend since I finished 75% of it.
I am in plans for my first tattoo, and I will tell you more when I see fit. I don't want to jinx it quite yet.
Tomorrow = the love of my life back with me(pictured to the left) / a slow night at the bar, but usually fun / day dreaming / lost in translation and a bag of popcorn / developing pictures that need to get done / sleep
obligatory writing, I've never posted this kinda crap in my journal, but fuck it. I wrote it after a pretty harsh breakup...I'm still friends with her, I guess I got it all out in song. I know poetry in journals is gay, but I am in an off mood and its 5 in the AM. SOOOO read or don't. I have a couple I might post sometime.
I'm taking it back, I'm taking it all back
You left and I couldn't breath
So I'm moving these ribs
Filling these lungs and screaming out
I'm taking it back, I'm taking it all back
To many moments
To many lingering moments
That you chose to paint over
With a dark layer of black
Each layer thicker then the last
So easy to burn one city down
And leave me standing in the ash
And I'm taking it back, I'm taking it all back
Every time you think of this death
I hope my ghost haunts you
Till your last dying breath
Cause I'm taking it back, I'm taking it all back
I hope he knows those sheets are stained
With memories of things he'll never wash out
And I hope with every last kiss
The blood on your hands
Moves between those lips
And the bitter taste burns your mouth
Because I'm taking it back, I'm taking it all back
I hope you never beat this monkey off your back
Because instead of taking up arms
I"m learning to give in
And I'm taking it all back
Every last thing we had
I'm taking back
If it makes it any funnier, I wrote this on tour with the subject of my anger, I was sitting maybe 3 feet behind her in the van listening to a constant stream of radiohead/bjork/postal service. I must have burned holes through the seat with my eyes.
It's not really over, but I can pretend since I finished 75% of it.
I am in plans for my first tattoo, and I will tell you more when I see fit. I don't want to jinx it quite yet.
Tomorrow = the love of my life back with me(pictured to the left) / a slow night at the bar, but usually fun / day dreaming / lost in translation and a bag of popcorn / developing pictures that need to get done / sleep
obligatory writing, I've never posted this kinda crap in my journal, but fuck it. I wrote it after a pretty harsh breakup...I'm still friends with her, I guess I got it all out in song. I know poetry in journals is gay, but I am in an off mood and its 5 in the AM. SOOOO read or don't. I have a couple I might post sometime.
I'm taking it back, I'm taking it all back
You left and I couldn't breath
So I'm moving these ribs
Filling these lungs and screaming out
I'm taking it back, I'm taking it all back
To many moments
To many lingering moments
That you chose to paint over
With a dark layer of black
Each layer thicker then the last
So easy to burn one city down
And leave me standing in the ash
And I'm taking it back, I'm taking it all back
Every time you think of this death
I hope my ghost haunts you
Till your last dying breath
Cause I'm taking it back, I'm taking it all back
I hope he knows those sheets are stained
With memories of things he'll never wash out
And I hope with every last kiss
The blood on your hands
Moves between those lips
And the bitter taste burns your mouth
Because I'm taking it back, I'm taking it all back
I hope you never beat this monkey off your back
Because instead of taking up arms
I"m learning to give in
And I'm taking it all back
Every last thing we had
I'm taking back
If it makes it any funnier, I wrote this on tour with the subject of my anger, I was sitting maybe 3 feet behind her in the van listening to a constant stream of radiohead/bjork/postal service. I must have burned holes through the seat with my eyes.