ode to nostalgia

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i can't write anymore

i carry san francisco in my heart

a city torn by it’s past

that has now left scares

where your finger prints use to be

it just reminds me of you, of us

it reminds me of

how we fell in love

at the bottom of cliff house

your arms wrapped around me

the way the city wraps the bay

with only an opening the size

of a pin head

for my body to escape

and slowly i did

slowly you did

and now our love has been reduced

to a box of pictures

i keep tucked away in the closet

our love has been reduced

to the silence of your answering machine

will you paint with me one last time

our bodies stretched across the living room floor

brushes in hand

i promise

i wont

i won’t

i won’t paint the texture of your skin

or say “ i love you” ever again

i promise i won’t write about you after this

i won’t write … not like this

i left you because you left me in san fransico

and right now

right now

i can’t even think of you

she shot me in the chest

1.we wear our history as armor
our failed attempts at love
have now become our thick skin
but some how we made it past that
and we fell
the way lovers should fall
                    hopelessly
that was in the summer
it’s winter now . . .
and i’m afraid we might not make it till spring

2.the distance is what kills me
not the x amount of miles from here to Alhambra California
but your hands as they didn’t pick up the phone
or your lips as they didn’t kiss me goodbye
you found your self in a car
miles and miles away
instead of at my door to tell me your going home for a while
and you say your still in love?

3. i drove to your house in the morning as a gesture
maybe breakfast in bed …
when i got there you were pulling out of the drive way
and it wasn’t with me

4. “we all need to start making different mistakes instead of repeating the same ones”
i’ll drive to McCarran … alone ….
and wish i could go back to the start

5.im done these journals are unhealthy