i really shouldn't bring red wine to bed. 

i've left stains all over this damn country doing silly things like that. 

but, i do it anyways. 

lately my heart's been knotted up around love and how pretty & perfect & necessary it is, and at the same time how fucking brutal & God awful it can be...

but, i love anyways. 

(this is the part i hate about love, sleeping together but you're not the one i dream of...

and these days your eyes don't seem to meet mine & your kiss feels more like a shove.)

Mm-hm. Ouch. 

Xo.