I trip walking down the stairs, but I can skate them probably.Shaun White
Soo yeah, quite proud of the quality of this, what do you think??
"Everytime we say goodbye it tears my heart right through my ribs.
Its not like it was when we were kids.
The weeks pass like minutes and the months move like days,
You’re thousands of miles away.
I already miss you so bad but I’m still parked on your driveway.
This might be the only time I ever pray that winter stays.
My lighthouse is frozen and
You’re over the ocean,
My mind was a fortress but now its in ruins.
I swore I’d never write one of these again but whenever
Its just me in my room I always pick up this pen.
I listened to the whole Knuckle Puck discography on the ride home;
I wasn’t even angry but I needed to scream out something.
I’m afraid I’ll feel like nothing for the next third of the year.
Its never been easy to keep my mind clear of all the clouds coming in.
There is perpetual snow and freezing rain,
I’m slipping all over the roads.
I’ll be slipping until you come home.
My footing’s not steady and I don’t think I’ll ever be ready
To walk down the steps of your front porch
Without a wrecking ball slamming into my chest.
You’re who I go to when I’m a mess,
You’re who I go to when I’m put together.
I could barely brave the weather when you were cities away,
And now there’s a continent between us."
It’s an addiction.