It’s me again.
You’re probably still at work.
This is the last time, I promise.
I apologize for all of it, for the cold sheets I left you in,
for the lazy liquor Sundays and their two-faced church pew
I know now that I fucked up everything, starting with the syllables of your last name and ending with your opinion on love.
And maybe the stars do sometimes align when you least expect it— in the right place, at the right time,
but not for us.
I apologize if it sounds like I’m choking, it’s from punching my own stomach in attempted relief for the knot formed by your voice over the machine.
I should never have gone, but now I should go, I never thought you would leave but now I’ll leave you alone.
Lately I hate my own bed but you probably do too, been feeling homeless in my head because my home was with you." - please leave a message after she’s gone | Derek Deyling
6 ft 2 in.
.00113 miles tall.
Don’t trip chocolate chip. Thank you though.
Everything I write is for you.
And the well-being of my own soul.
I miss 2nd grade when my life consisted of playing with Legos, acing spelling tests, eating PB&Js, and chasing girls I liked around the playground.
I got so many of these demanding a list, but you asked nicely so here’s a few of the cool kids:
a bride cries and the tears are cherished. everyone assumes it is happiness.
a person jumps off a thirteen story building. deeply depressed. or the weather felt nice enough to fly in.
a man dies serving his country. a hero.
a man dies serving his country. a villain.
a girl cuts her hair short and they gasp and wonder. maybe her neck got tired.
a smile at the dinner table and everything’s peachy.
a simple ‘I’m fine’ and they leave you alone.
she sleeps around, she’s a whore.
he sleeps around, what’s his score?
you’re young and naive.
you’re old and outdated.
we all know what’s best for everyone else.
we all know nothing." - assumptions and perspective | Derek Deyling (via thedbldee)
Yeah, I’d love to. Please let me.
I’m harsh though, but don’t take it personally.
Of course. Although lately I’ve been shit at it.
Don’t lose heart, I’ll get to them. I prefer private messages as a matter of fact.