The Death Of Dreams And The Fear Of Death
The reaper is nothing to be feared, but I fear him anyway.
He’s My Autumn Leaves
Sometimes we love the wrong people in order to know how to love the right people.
Just Another Casual Existential Crisis
This is life now.
A Short List Of Things I Would Have Told You If You Would’ve Just Asked
I would have asked you to hold me just for a little while.
An Unedited Answer To When You Ask, ‘Do You Even Like Me?’
No. No, I don’t “even like you.”
My Apartment, My Self
Change has never been something I welcomed into my home. And that’s speaking both metaphorically and literally.
I Just Want To Be Wanted Again, Like The Way You Used To
You might be here, but yet you’re distant.
Like A Prayer Card, You’re Never Coming Back
I’ve never been good at saying things I didn’t mean.
Winters In Chicago And Wanting To Stay
I’ve gotten used to the winters here, to the rough knuckles and the wind chill.
I Have This Fixation (Okay, It Might Be You)
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