Even after all the times you made me cry,
I still manage to laugh when I think about
how this all started: an innocent hand on your knee
one afternoon, on a friend’s living room couch.
I thought it would be new and exciting;
a fresh pair of lips to learn the taste of
when they were pressed against mine.
I didn’t think it would be filled regret and consequences.
The very next day, everyone I knew stared at me
with their judging eyes, giggling phrases
that I still haven’t lived down.
They all thought it was hilarious. My promiscuity. My broken trust.
No one cared that I still had to face you in my hallway
when you came over for dinner.
You were like another child to my mother; if only she knew.
If only knew she about the story that you twisted
to make yourself sound better, and to make me feel
more used than the door handle leading to your bedroom.
I just became another name on a list to you,
whilst you became the face that kept me up every night.
It used to make me angry that we never really spoke again,
but at least I managed to forget your voice
and how it sounded,
when you spoke my name.
Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall, and wind may blow
And many miles be still to go
But under a tall tree will I lie
And let the clouds go sailing by.
To be nobody but
yourself in a world
which is doing its best day and night to make you like
everybody else means to fight the hardest battle
which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
Nobody drinks a bottle of vodka for fun, and that’s a damn fact.The most sober thing a drunk person could say (via suchvodka)
Emma is not a person. Emma is a place that you get stuck in. Emma is a pain that you cannot erase.Justin Vernon (Bon Iver) on the album: For Emma, Forever Ago (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)