She stayed up all night for the sunrise. It blanketed over her, washing her in the colours. In the dark she ran along the edge of the fence landing on charcoal toes. She wore the white dress he had given her from the day before. It was long and draped down her legs, but she had used the kitchen scissors to cut it up past her knees. The top looped around her shoulders and left her arms bare. Her hair she wore long and unkempt. In her eyes, a storm of regret and lust lingered.

She smells like apples, fresh cut and clean.
Dancing in the rain you know it when
your heart hits cold cement and grafitti walls.

http://www.picturesofwalls.com/album01/61-70/064.html

Your lack of intoxication is alluring.
Your intensity makes me shake.
Let's dice.
I need your warmth.

I hate that I run to my blog to post this... I feel like one of those sad emo girls. And that I'm just doing it for attention so that people will be able to know a little more about me.

I'm thinking...I need to start a notebook and make it all uber-tastic. Too bad those are easier to read.

So I won't post too much...just a little something for me to remember the moment by.

Sitting on the couch, his warm hands against mine. Wanting to hold on just a little longer and regreting letting go.

I really miss that touch. I wasn't ashamed, just torn that he had to leave.

Keep your regret.

Blow away the shadows that weigh you down like dust.

I had a dream this morning. It left me a harsh, cold feeling. Not quite a nightmare, perhaps a regret?
I am usually unshaken by dreams, but I couldn't shake that feeling long after I realized I was awake. I wanted so much to go back to it, to make it real. I woke up with such a lonely feeling glazed over my nerves. I didn't even want love, just someone who I could relate to, who would hold my hand or wrap his arms around me. It wouldn't have to mean anything. Pretending is almost as good.