just realize I missed HIM this month in New York, NY.
it would have been a bit of a drive for me coming form PA, but fuck. #wahhh #LoveYaVille

I cried and love said: no.

If I can’t crawl inside of you,
I’m laughing with a broken face.
I stumble across my self esteem,
But to picture the pleasure is making me want my space.
Understand-
That God wrapped you like a bow.
But in my head,
There’s some shelves that need cleaning,
From basement to ceiling, control.
If what you’re seeing is an open book,
That’s great, well I’m an open book.
But I’m real shy.

Now there’s a part of me seeking and desperately needing to open up.
That’s strange ‘cause I’m an open book, a confused boy.
I’m an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people.
My heart while in its cage, give and not receive a thing,
But the only funny thing is that I don’t know how to give myself advice.
I’ve got this post dramatic thing,
I’ve got this tattoo of a ring that lies,
Around my wedding finger, and that’s where I want to state this claim:
That I’ve got to learn to live and dream,
Before I go, and get myself in love.
In love.
Before, before, before I go and get myself, in love.

There’s Zoloft, Welbutrin, there’s Paxil that’s proven, no side effects.
But the rest left unnamed ‘cause they worked like a charm on me.
But when your saving is drying,
You can’t stop from crying,
You’ve got to suck it up.
You’re not her buttercup,
You’re not her favorite book.
And I am an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people.
My heart, while in its cage,
Give and not receive a thing,
But the only funny thing, is that I don’t know how to give myself advice.
I’ve got this post dramatic thing,
I’ve got this tattoo of a ring that lies,
Around my wedding finger, and thats where I want to state this claim.
That I’ve got to learn to live and dream,
Before I go, and get myself in love.
In love.
Before, before, before I go and get myself in love…

baby girl is growing fayast.

"First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you."

Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald

just remembering how I saw this homeless girl sitting on the sidewalk with a puppy and a pregnant pup while I was on a cruise in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

is it sad how I wouldn’t mind a life like that..?

"And don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t say you don’t love me. My beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beating heart could stop. This hemisphere in your company for forever, or for now."

Maritime, Don’t Say You Don’t

Weep for yourself, my man,
You’ll never be what is in your heart.
Weep, little lion man,
You’re not as brave as you were at the start.
Rate yourself and rake yourself.
Take all the courage you have left.
Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head.

But it was not your fault, but mine.
And it was your heart on the line.
I really fucked it up this time,
Didn’t I, my dear..?