mymathematicalmind

you've got your secrets, and i've got my vices, and neither of us have to know. you've got their names listed out on lined paper and keep it right next to the phone. you've got your new love and i've got my old habits, and neither of us have to know. oh, look, you've gone quiet again, is my name lost somewhere in your head? you've got your secrets, and i've got my vices, and neither of us have to know. i know you can sense it, from the scent of my breath, poorly masked by peppermint gum. you'll tell your secrets while i smoke my vices and rearrange words in my head. oh, look, you're quiet again, are you expecting me to re

I'm not writing this for you. I'm writing this about you. how does it feel to be written about twice? let's recap the night: she kissed him, so you kissed me. then she kissed me while you watched. (bring that camera out again and I swear to god I'll kill you.) a few more drinks and the bottle's gone. while she's making her move in the corner, you're playing smashing pumpkins and drunkenly singing along. a drunk drive home and we're back at my place. (I bet that sofa looks familiar.) judging by your sudden movement, I'm a great consolation prize. a pity fuck to end the  night, and you roll over away from me. and by morning

faded jeans and a comfort level unknown to me fall upon me in my sleep among slurred dreams. white houses with their white picket fence, and i'm slowly slipping out through the seams. broken in with sense of delight, sense of regret. with my feet resting on your legs, we try to forget. with the tv static turning white, we try to forget. with your breathe on my neck, it's so hard to forget. it's so hard to forget. it's so hard to forget. it's so hard to forget. fake hands touching fake limbs as i move from the bed dim light makes a path as i move straight ahead the night before stained with alcohol and cigarettes the night before

the sun shining through the window has faded to a sunset. hours passed, but we lost them somewhere in the act of proving love can strive and love can be as tangible as you or i. the streetlights shining through the window makes no sense.  hours passed, we counted seconds as breaths. and our fingers touching skin, hands moving in the dark to find a place where they won't get in the way. two bodies blocking light from getting through. two hands on my back pressing me closer to you. and it's okay if you don't speak; i wouldn't know what to say. the sunrise outlining your face was all i needed.  days could pass, an

i thought it nice to write a song for you, my love. i thought it nice to help you hear the truth for once. i am under the impression you can't live without me am i right, or am i right? this is nonsense, being awake but would you rather me cheat in my sleep? chainsmoking, coffee breaks. here's hoping i won't say goodnight, here's hoping i won't say goodnight. i thought it nice to have this all laid out in words you'd understand. i thought you'd appreciate sincerity. i've never had an honesty streak last more than a day, and 23 hours ago, i said i loved you. we saw the sunrise and my eyes watered from the wind, you thought thos

another new year, let's bring it on with whistles and bells. another new kiss, i won't ask your name, but instead, i'll kiss you on the mouth. phones are ringing, and everyone's slurring their happy new year wish. hearts are singing, and everyone's dreaming a happy new year kiss. another new year, another love for you to play with. another new bed, where you'll fuck and make your love and leave your scent for someone to miss. heads are ringing, and everyone's living their happy new year wish. hearts are singing, and everyone's dreaming a happy new year kiss.

i made a soundtrack for our love and i memorized the words to every song. i took a snapshot of our love and i memorized the lines of every touch. i found the words for you, my love, and i wrote down every word of every thought. december blanketed the ground while blankets covered heads. tv static drowned out sounds of messing sheets up on your bed. i made a timeline of our love and made a point for every word you said. i built a home for you, my love as a distraction in my head. and when my love is not enough, i'll draw a better one instead. december melted from the ground while blankets covered heads. tv static drowned out

I have      not written poetry to soften the fall,    caring not for lovers      breaking a suitor’s      uncouth hands. I have not      written poetry to inspire       the mob, should      revolution prove us       failure again. I have not written       poetry to elate the heart         for it to sink       once more. I have not written poetry      only this: labors             of a silly idea      that I could confine your stride             to syntax, your grace             with grammar, your song             in unmelodious prose. Thus, I have given up          because words will

unsent         girl,     i'm not going to lie. you caught my attention pretty bad.  i just knew that nothing could or would happen, but people had to give me fucking hope. hope is a fucking crutch. it's only good for good parking spots.  you're cute, nice, funny, and have a great taste in music. i just don't get what makes you and i so different. is it the way we act in public? is it the fact that i'm the new kid?  we have all too much in common to not be friends. i hate it.  you'll probably never read this, but i've torn myself up over this.  i feel bad that you're fresh out of a relationship because i feel like i'm shoving it at you. i