whatever gets me through the night

I write this from a bar
Waiting
For an old “friend”
To meet me
Darkness surrounds
Encompasses
Fills
Expands
Around and in
Me
That’s the beauty
Of
Dark places
You can hide
And find
Others
That are
So transparent
That they
Hide too

As for me
I don’t want to hide
Forever
It’s the dark and light
It’s the night and day
It’s the two sides of the fold
That make life
Worth living
And worth giving a shit about
And that
Makes me love
All of it
So
Very
Much
More.

🙂

Your kind of lovin’ drives a man insane So look for me a walkin’ just any ol’ way Have love, whoa Babe will travel Have love, yea Baby will travel If you need lovin’ Then yeah, yeah, Ill travel

it’s true

Everybody needs somebody to love them no matter what.

fs-94

Things that happen in the night

Go Far
From
This
There is nothing
That you
Or I
Or anyone
Could say
When I hold things together
Then you are
But if I fall apart
For even a second
Then everything
Does
And
It’s hard sometimes
To be the one
To always
Not
Fall
Apart
Sometimes
I
Want to
Fall
Apart and
Have someone
Be there
To
Put me back
Together
But
I guess that’s
Just
The nature
Of the role
And my place
In life
And my purpose
But
Sometimes
I need
What I need
And I need
What I give
Like tonight
I need
It more than
I think
You will ever
Ever
Ever
Fucking know
 
 
 

waiting for the plumber to fix what’s leaking

i write this
from a place
of sadness
but i mourn 
and move on
looking back is just a reminder
of something that 
just didn’t 
care enough about me

this is exactly
how
the things that i think are good
turn out

and this whole stupid thing
is not for me

 

Why You Should Always Have Sex On A First Date | Elite Daily

i found this article interesting and i agree for the most part.

Why You Should Always Have Sex On A First Date | Elite Daily.

we are

;)

post it note

if you spend your time trying to figure out what’s “best” for you, your choices will be cautions, your decisions will take forever, and your journey will be launched on a sea of expectations.
 if you are not careful, you will drown in your expectations

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just a thought

over thinking
seems to be
a defense mechanism
a way to avoid
my own feelings
or truth

sometimes we live in our heads
to avoid what we feel in our heart
cause what we feel in our heart might be too real
and it scares the shit out of us.

ha

i like things that scare the shit out of me.
it reminds me that i’m still alive

 

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there are night…

there are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

George Carlin

playground love

love right now145dbaf01a77a2d4ef022759ac33cdf223f432e5_myesterday is gone
and tomorrow doesn’t exist
right now is all we actually have

Tell me what i’m supposed to do,
With all these left over feelings of love;
‘Cause i like to fall into
the i don’t know
when i do
i can feel you
And tell me love how i’m supposed to feel,
When all this magic becomes too real;
cause i tend to go
to the i don’t know
when i do
i know exactly what i feel for you
And I know that you see the places inside me that I find in you,
And with you i know how to separate the old hurt from the heart;
i don’t care if we move too fast
cause i want to jump inwhile the feeling is alive
tomorrow can’t be promised
and yesterday is already gone
so right now is all that matters
and right now
all i want
is to be with  you

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