has this gotten any easier for you?

when asked to explain how to write, ernest hemingway said "all you have to do is write one true sentence. write the truest sentence you know."

all he's ever seen me as is a homewrecker, maybe if he'd just read one of these sentences he'd realize that all i want is the best for you.

once the drugs are done, then I feel like dying

I'm in pain right now
at least jack daniels understands me.

is he happier now, knowing that i'm miserable?

"fill my heart with song, let me sing forever more
you are all i long for, all i worship and adore
in other words, please be true

in other words, i love you"

i dont know what to say

i think i should stop writing for a while,
things are just too messed up right now.

I wish I could write like this

"for sale: baby shoes, never worn."

love's not a grave, it won't decay on you

baby, this one's for you.
you're the may to my sammy,
the ava to my frank.
you're the autumn to my new york,
the wind to my chicago.
you're the kavalier to my clay,
the catherine barkley to my frederic henry.
i love you like an infant loves the world
and like all great writers love alcohol.
i love you not as romeo loved juliet,
but rather as caesar loved rome.
i love you like...
i love you.

champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends

loving you is like having a pebble stuck in your shoe, ignoring it doesnt make it go away but if you try to get rid of it you just end up pushing it in deeper.

in that situation i would usually just take off my shoe but im not sure how that would play into the metaphor.