thursday, june 2/09.

pretty girl,

tonight i held you and listened while you poured out your heart. you told me about how so many people come and go in your life, but no one stays. i wanted to tell you that i would stay, but that might have been a lie. instead, i told you about roller coasters, race cars and other things you’ve never experienced.

tonight i held you and listened while you poured out your heart. you told me that when you were ten years old you thought your mother stopped loving you. i wanted to tell you that it wouldn’t matter because i loved you, but i didn’t because that might have been a lie. instead, i told you about the world and other things you’ve never experienced.







monday, june 6/09.

pretty girl,

tonight you left tears on my piano, hoping i would find them. i pretended they weren’t there and they only left stains.

my fingers now glide across the keys as you listen to the song i never wrote for you.







saturday, june 11/09.

pretty girl,

tonight my ribs are pressing against yours on the bantam bed and for a moment you’re making life seem prettier than it is. but in the end tonight is just another night where i’ll shatter you into million other pieces.

and tomorrow is just another morning where you’ll be waking up alone.







wednesday, june 15/09.

pretty girl,

tonight i held you and let you cry. i didn’t tell you about roller coasters, race cars and the rest of the world. i just held you and asked myself why all the wrong people fall for me.