I’m just a timid scardy cat.

If I let myself think about you, my stomach hurts.
And I haven’t even seen you, and I miss you.
And I don’t know how I know, but I just do. It’s annoying, this part or the beginning, when you know the way that I do.

And it’s for all the right reasons because I see something so pretty in there. It’s the pretty thing that makes my stomach hurt. So I’ll say goodnight until we meet again because I can’t take it when I’m trying to do a million other things. I need some fucking aspirin.

But I do know one thing for sure
is where you are, is where I belong
I do know, where you go, is where I want to be

I’m always terrified of people forgetting me or having missed opportunities for interaction with them. Somehow, I’m the one who ends up forgetting.

How do I even deserve to be spoken to this way? So much love.

How do I even deserve to be spoken to this way? So much love.

I can’t keep up with my own life. 🍻🎉  (at San Gennaro Feast New York City)

I can’t keep up with my own life. 🍻🎉 (at San Gennaro Feast New York City)

I don’t think it’s really about not knowing how to communicate. I think it has to do with whom you’re communicating with. Talking to some people seems easier than breathing. Others, it’s like experiencing a train wreck. Not even just watching one.

Maybe we’re somewhere in the middle of that easy flow and wreckage, but all that tells me is that I’m not your best friend anymore, not really.

You go back to these places filled with memories just for the sense that they could provide some kind of relief or supply you with the same experience twice. But they never do. If anything, they break your heart.

Artichoke pizza is a sick drug.  (at Artichoke Basille’s Pizza - East Village, NYC)

Artichoke pizza is a sick drug. (at Artichoke Basille’s Pizza - East Village, NYC)

The Queen will conquer. Muaha. 👸 (at Fat Cat Jazz Club West Village Nyc)

The Queen will conquer. Muaha. 👸 (at Fat Cat Jazz Club West Village Nyc)