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italy

i hope whatever keeps you up at night,
sleeps at night.
cuz you say you’re not okay, but you look alright
i hope whoever keeps your bed warm is
the last one,
because you’ll never forget me when she’s done

i hope Rome was nice with a stranger
but i hear life’s even better with true love -

and i don’t call this shit giving up,
when you spent two years giving in just to feel love.
you say you can’t live your life without me
well then, let’s see
let’s see.

Posted 4 months ago

4pm
watching the waves,
counting sheep herd clouds, flocking the sky

adin, dva, tri…

“dyshi” means breathe,

so breathe with me,
shock of open sea
stinging salt-seeped memories.

Posted 7 months ago

” january 31, 2011

One of my most vivid memories of you [us] is when we first met and went out ot get pizza at this little place down the street in New Albany. We both got individual pizzas because I didn’t like sausage or olives. So we sat outside on the curb waiting for the pizzas to finish baking. I was wearing a white halter top and torn jeans. You wore shorts and a white t-shirt. Your sister Kara called on the way home and asked what you thought of her getting a nose ring. You didn’t mind it.

I guess I am still waiting for someone who is like you. Who understood my soul like you did. Who would stand underneath a sky full of summer stars like you. Who will photograph barren trees like you. Who will send me music like you. Who will love the rain and open air and structures and the smell of wood-burning scented candles like you. And there may never be another like you.

It would be criminal.

You are the most beautiful and cruel thing that’s ever happened to me. I pray one day you will be able to forgive me.

Don’t forget me; I loved you very much.”

Posted 7 months ago