I am comfortably going to sell out to what i should have and deserve. Im tired of your ghost in the back of my mind, the silent coaxin steering every decision I make. I loved you in another time, but we aren’t going to make anymore open ended promises, directionless trips and false conversations. Im tired of lying about you. Tired of lying to you. I love you in this way. A friendly way. A safe way. Im keeping both feet on the ground. Let me go when you decide to fly away next time,thats all i ask.
I’m getting a dog on Saturday. It’s not exactly the most responsible thing to do but I hope she teaches me responsibility. Also, it will something to get me out of bed in the mornings and get me home at night.
there is still something romantic about a rocks glass filled with whiskey nestled on a wooden desk. a threatening blank page and an abundance of written once bound in leather, teasing. 
Ice
We tip-toe on the surface of conversation
Careful
Not to break the glass that separates us
From the cutting cold beneath
That is reality
We laugh
About the times that made me cry
The moments I lost my breathe
Are mere memories
That you don’t even remember
We tip-toe
Like two migrant birds
That didn’t fly home for the winter
We stayed behind
In the vacant winter of our past
Ice
We tip-toe on the surface of conversation
Careful
Not to break the glass that separates us
From the cutting cold beneath
That is reality
We laugh
About the times that made me cry
The moments I lost my breathe
Are mere memories
That you don’t even remember
We tip-toe
Like two migrant birds
That didn’t fly home for the winter
We stayed behind
In the vacant winter of our past
