i have to be honest, i've been waiting for you all of my life

for so long i thought i was a silent vowel but just seeing you makes me think twice

showers

hey girl, would you share your umbrella? it has been raining all day...

am i underground?

sure enough...

kept promises

another one

yesterday

wishing i was where she is

today is her birthday...
i hope she is happy...
one of us should be...

i'll keep the creases close

i have been living in your letters...
they are one of the few things i have left that spell out "i love you"

like the coldest part of my heart

I always knew that new york city would break my heart

true

even when i don't want to

how to disappear completely

i walk through walls...

pure morning

i wish i could forget the way she spells her name

there will be blood

my valentine, she already has my heart. still, she dreams of me when she sleeps

every day of the year

all the things I held close, the days take away...
I love my calender girl, although counting until she will call will kill me...

like my heart

the snow sits silent as the flurry continue to fall and bury the angels she left behind. i can still see the flakes in her hair, and the halo around the moon and how she smiled

i never paid enough attention to the good things when i got them

these days i am always reminded. and that is never a good thing. the heart i have now is silent and solitary and nothing compared to what i had. how do you compare something that you can't see and is never coming back? because she is never coming, and my previous heart is always going to be in her possession.

shining in the darkness

sometimes the darkness answers back...

Mountain Man "Mouthwings" [part 1 of 3] from Yours Truly on Vimeo.

before dawn

"who's there?" she asks of the dark, after awakening with a start. only the rain on the windowpane.

righting every wrong