If I could

I'd love you 'til the end like he should and you wish he would but never will. Because love it or hate it, and hate to admit it, we're all we have. And love it or hate it, and get sick to yourself thinking about it, but there might not be everything hoped for. This could be all there is for a happy ending. Now think to yourself how crazy that sounds. And sit on this for a few days, maybe a week and some change, 'cause I'll never feel how I feel with you, with anyone else. And all the crazy talk, and over-the-top emotions, all the good and bad aside, I've always made my way far away and right back where I started.
You've made your peace and pushed everyone away, but just put a little tug out there and you'll find how close everyone still is; trust me. Buh-lee dat.

Just hit the 17 South; you'll find so much more love here than you could ever hope to find next to him.

Sufjan said it best,

"I was in love with a place in my mind."

It rained all night

and we sat in the dark, but I think for the first time I really saw your eyes.

A few nights ago, last week or so

I realized that sometimes there's no thunder and lightning when it's raining; no blinding flash to catch your attention. And sometimes the sparks that fly, explosions in the sky, and lights off in the distance are sometimes little more than wishful thinking as an airplane flew by. And every streetlight that came and went reminded me of the last little bit of faith I couldn't hold on to but bear to let go of.