romeo&mee.

2010-02-28T02:52:00.001-08:00

i should’ve told you this sooner,

but i fucking love you. but, you

know, this isn’t the sort of love

you’re thinking about. it’s the sort

of love where i will do anything

for you, anything at all. it’s the

kind of love where i’d call you

everyday just to hear your voice.

it’s the kind of sort of love which

makes me want to be with you

every single goddamn second

of my goddamn life, and hope

that even after i die, we’ll be

together, forever. it’s the kind

of love where i would listen

to your every command - if

you told me to jump off a bridge,

then i’d do it. if you told me to

kill someone, i have no doubts

that i would do it. call me crazy,

call me insane, but that’s the depth

to which my love will sink.

i’ve already hit rock bottom

low, so nothing you say will

make any difference. you are

my life, you are my everything

and without you life is worth

less than nothing.

2010-01-20T03:59:00.000-08:00

i don't know how much longer

i can deal with everything anymore...

don't you ever feel just

overwhelmed by everything?

friend's problems, social problems,

family problems, personal problems.

i hate that word now.

detest it. loathe it.

if you're reading this, which i doubt,

i just wanted to tell you guys a few things.

(different people by the way)

- don't worry love. i'm always here for you,

fuck the land distance and timezones.

- please get more sleep dearest.

i'm really worried about you,

and i know i sound like your nagging

mother, but i don't want you

to collapse in exhaustion.

- i wish that there was someway

i could help you without

you pushing me away.

---

(random observation: all of the

writers i know, including me,

suffer from insomnia. are we

just cursed with this because

we need a way to channel

out all that creative energy?)

2010-01-17T04:49:00.000-08:00

a new year; a new melody.

the song's only beginning.

new year's resolutions:

`don't go insane.

`protect your heart, love.

`treat yourself better. please.

kinda late. i don't care.

2009-12-28T03:44:00.000-08:00

i'm living in a fairytale...

and my prince is standing beside me

but my prince is starting to scare me

but i'm living in a story which i can't escape...

so who can a princess turn to?

2009-12-24T20:10:00.000-08:00

i've always told myself that i wanted a man.

a man who can play and strum the guitar.

a man who can string a violin in his sleep.

a man who can tune a cello blindfolded.

a man who can pluck out a beat on the bass.

a string player, that's what i want.

someone who knows exactly how to strum my heartstrings.

someone who knows how to use just the right pressure, force, touch.

to make this instrument do whatever they tell her to.

2009-11-01T01:08:00.002-07:00

dear you,

hello love. i haven't talk to you for a while now, how have you been holding up without me? i know that life will always throw it's rusting metal obstacles at you, but don't give up hope, dear heart. those bleeding scars will fade eventually, and you won't even notice them after a while. just remember to bandage them tight; they tend to re-open often.

love, me.

2009-10-20T04:17:00.000-07:00

oh romeo, oh romeo, wherefore art thou romeo?

has thou left me all alone?

when wilt thou come back to me?

shall i wait and wait and wait?

your juliet needs thou love to keep her petals abloom