That’s alright baby, tie me down to this familiar ground
Say you wanna grow a garden
In my old backyard, dig
Say you wanna be my man, all I got to do is forgive
It’s alright baby, ain’t nothin' new
I been hidin' under the same rocks you're throwin' for most my life
Cursed to carry a love like yours, I can’t be sorry
For the bruises on my hide
Better at drinkin' than forgivin', better at walkin' than your lovin',
Babe I can’t be sorry though I miss you still
I hear you been doin' well
Hear you’re runnin' fine
Put those strong hands to good use, quit throwin' pebbles at my house
You and me just can’t be friends
It’s alright, baby
It ain’t nothin' new
I’ve still got my pretty blue dresses, still got whiskey kisses
And I can’t be sorry no more, so
I’m gonna bury my thoughts of you, dig
My own **** garden

I feel so good.
This is going to be a semester to remember,
I can feel it, things are changing for me.
I haven't written anything in a while.
And maybe that's because I don't know how to write about the good.
I only know about the pain and the aching and the despair.
How do you write something beautiful that isn't tragic?
Honestly I am not sure.
My classes are going well.
I spent the perfect night with the man I'm hopelessly craving.
I have the best group of friends on the planet.
And my life is going fabulously.
And I feel good. Honestly, beautifully good.
But I miss writing.
And I don't know how to write about being happy.
There is no pain to drive me.
No sorrowful verses forming in my mind.
I am not in pain.
And I don't know how to write about that.

(To Sarah Bernhardt)

How vain and dull this common world must seem
To such a One as thou, who should’st have talked
At Florence with Mirandola, or walked
Through the cool olives of the Academe:
Thou should’st have gathered reeds from a green stream
For Goat-foot Pan’s shrill piping, and have played
With the white girls in that Phaeacian glade
Where grave Odysseus wakened from his dream.

Ah! surely once some urn of Attic clay
Held thy wan dust, and thou hast come again
Back to this common world so dull and vain,
For thou wert weary of the sunless day,
The heavy fields of scentless asphodel,
The loveless lips with which men kiss in Hell.

I think about all the girls who rejected me
Lead me on made me feel good and took it away from me
Said on thing but did another
Made me feel like like I wasnt good enough
Because they were insecure or being shady behind my back
Picking a fight with me projecting their wrong on on me
Ignored me when I tried to make it right
That told me I wouldnt amount to anything
Used me and pushed me aside
So many days pass I just want to forget
Let go but I use that as motivation
One day prove them wrong show them im better its their loss.
All I wanted was to get along
Now its time to be my best and move on