lost love letters

dear you,

i breath you in yet never exhale. i sometimes think how much i love you and how i wish i could tell you, but its ok.

you fill me with love.

love, me

dear you,

we somehow found our way back into each others arms.

i am not complaining because the love in my heart overflows for you.

i wish i could tell you i love you.

i wish i could tell you what our first daughter will be named.

is it bad that i am saying my name with your last name?

and thinking of how i really like the way max david would sound?

i am not complaining, just commenting.

love,

me

It’s my father’s voice trailing off
Sailors sailing off in the morning
For the air-conditioned rooms
At the top of the stairs

His jaw’s been broken
His bandage is wrapped too tight
His fangs have been pulled
And I really want to see you tonight

There’s bourbon on the breath
Of the singer you love so much
He takes all his words from the books
That you don’t read anyway

His jaw’s been broken
His bandage is wrapped too tight
His fangs have been pulled
And I really want to see you tonight

Someone ties a bow
In my backyard to show me love
My voice is climbing walls
Smoking and I want love

My jaw’s been broken
My heart is wrapped in ice
My fangs have been pulled
And I really want to see you tonight

And it makes no difference to me
How they cried all over overseas
When it’s hot in the poor places tonight
I’m not going outside

They cried all over overseas
It makes no difference to me
When it’s hot in the poor places tonight
I’m not going outside

It’s hot in the poor places tonight
I’m not going outside
I’m not going outside
I’m not going outside

(Yankee…hotel…foxtrot)

dear you,

its been all of about 10 minutes since i last wrote but i cant get you out of my mind.

all of the words flow around like ink.

i just want your heart in my hands and my body in your arms.

love,

me

All I can see is black and white
And white and pink with blades of blue
That lay between the words I think on a page
I was meaning to send to
You I couldn’t tell if it’d bring my heart
The way I wanted when I started
Writing this letter to you

But if I could you know I would
Just hold your hand and you’d understand
I’m the man who loves you

All I can be is a busy sea
Of spinning wheels and hands that feel for
Stones to throw and feet that run but
Come back home
It made no difference
Ever known, it made no difference
Ever known to me

But if I could you know I would
Just hold your hand and you’d understand
I’m the man who loves you

All I can see is black and white
And white and pink with blades of blue
That lay between the words I think on a page
I was meaning to send to
You I couldn’t tell if it’d bring my heart
The way I wanted when I started
Writing this letter to you

But if I could you know I would
Just hold your hand and you’d understand

If I could you know I would
Just hold your hand and you’d understand

If I could you know I would
Just hold your hand and you’d understand

I’m the man who loves you
I’m the man who loves you
I’m the man who loves you
I’m the man who loves you

dear you,

there are so many words i wish i could put together right now that would fully explain what i feel. i replay the last day and a half in my head over and over and over again. i inhale deeply just to smell you, hoping that some part of your scent has found a home in my nose. [and it seems that it has]

i guess all i can say is this - no matter what happened or what was said, i love you more then anything.

more then my favourite cat even.

love,

me