trains

the first time i saw you
in the shadow of the train
under the moonlight
the soft patter of rain.

my hair was wet,
and i started shake
but stood there for hours
just to see your face.

i ran to see you closer
and i didn't expect
the reaction that i had,
the fact that i wept.

you were cold
but somehow still warm.
i fell into you
fell into your arms.


i think of it everyday when i wake, when sleep
perhaps one day it will be more than a dream.

love is not blind.

love is not blind.

love is an accumulate knowledge and judgment you have placed upon a person, the careful sifting and measuring out of each risk that you are taking. love is the deep study of subject matter to analyze it endlessly and constantly ask yourself "is it okay, is this person okay?" Love is the way you tell yourself not to think about them and the way you tell yourself not to look at those pictures because you cannot get hurt again. Love is the night you couldn't fall asleep because you didn't want to let go but it was all slipping away and all of the facts and probabilities and numbers and logic and rationality you had worked so hard to collect; they were gone.

you looked at him and your heart fluttered.

no, love is not blind.

feels like
everything is
falling apart and
slipping away

and it feels empty and
scary
but i don't
know what
to
do

Champion cannot be a real last name

Toss aside your inhibitions and

Fall in love

There's no time to

Think about it

or to not

To think of the time I need to wait
is to poison my own drink.
To think of the distance between us
is to lay my own bed with fleas.

It is a constant torture to know,
or to not
that perhaps we will never meet,
and I will no longer be distraught.

shitty attempt at trying to write like meg frampton

tastes like betrayal but
maybe it's the whiskey
babe i've gotten over that time

i send ya postcards
send ya flowers but
don't feel like a friend of mine

and i, i try
but there's so much more
on the other side

i don't know everything
but i know a lot
i got room in my heart
but in my brain i do not
don't go away from me now
now i thought i had you
thought i knew you
yea i thought you did too.