Wasting away my days
An unimpressed god frowns on me
If it is by his grace I am saved
Then he must ask himself everyday
“What for”
Nothing is special about my soul
It can’t be more than just a hole
He must sit heartbroken as I can’t change my ways
I wonder if he thinks it was all for not
This T.A.R.D.I.S. (which doubles as a bathroom) is located at the Way Station in Brooklyn, NY. I am pretty sure it’s in the Prospect Heights area.
(Source: barteringlines)
This T.A.R.D.I.S. (which doubles as a bathroom) is located at the Way Station in Brooklyn, NY. I am pretty sure it’s in the Prospect Heights area.
(Source: barteringlines)
This T.A.R.D.I.S. (which doubles as a bathroom) is located at the Way Station in Brooklyn, NY. I am pretty sure it’s in the Prospect Heights area.
(Source: barteringlines)
I hate the Eagles and can’t think of one song of theirs that doesn’t make me want to jab random objects into my ear.
“One tall dark roast with a shot with for the guy who looks like hell” the barista belted out over the morning crowd.
I started to sheepishly get my coffee with my head hung low and my brain aching from the sounds of the bustling cafe but halfway there something clicked inside of me. For a split second everyone putting on facade for the public disappeared. The only person in the cafe besides me was an older lady in the corner table, sitting alone holding a cup of tea and a broken heart.
As soon as my eyes made contact with her, the cafe was full of life again. I grabbed my morning pick up and went to a table outside not once lowering my head again. Through the window I saw the same lady sitting at the table finishes her tea and recovering from the tears.
Sometimes I wish I could see you
Sometimes I wish I could start anew
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so blue
Sometimes I wish I didn’t have a tattoo
Sometimes I just sleep the day away
Sometimes I fight to keep the tears at bay
Sometimes I wish we had the words to say
Sometimes I hope we get to live another day
A cigarette burns while I think of you
I would change my habits if you want me too
From the porch I see the tail lights past
They are never braking they move so fast
Like when you left so foolishly rushed
hardly a goodbye leaving me crushed
How can you shelter this storm
without me to keep you warm?
One day this will be a memory
Forever you will be part of me
The easy part was the goodbye
It’s future that makes me wanna die
I cry passing 2nd & Main
You’ll never understand the pain
When what’s best hurt me too
You’ll just broad like you always do
I don’t know how to shelter this storm
but I don’t need you to keep me warm
One day this will be a memory
Forever you will be part of me
Walk by, saying not a word
Glances can be heard
So condescending
Never mending
Always burning
Never learning
I am better off without you
Lonely, but I am not blue
We ordered milkshakes and to this day I am unsure if I ever even thanked him for the milkshake. My entire time in Texas was coming to a close though. I had better things to do. I had to leave the South. Everyone, except John, was the same. I was just like everything but not in my eyes. I wanted something substantial. Something different. Something not like Tennessee and Texas wasn’t fucking it.
My last month there I all I did was get wired on coffee at Denny’s and talk to John. Who listened to every word I said. At the time I didn’t know John was gay and if I had known I don’t think that would of changed anything. Looking back now I still can’t tell if he had a crush on me and wanted more or if he was just a good friend.
I was 18, unsure, and selfish; how I wish I could change that.
