I don't have a god

I hate that it's summer here and I have to

wear shorts, t-shirts and flip flops every day.

I mean, it's ALL GOOD AND WELL

seeing that we don't ever go anywhere.

I just want to put my long socks on and wear my

furry leopard print vans, before it starts raining/snowing everyday.

SO WHY DID I CHOOSE BOSTON, EVERRY ONE,

WHEN I COULD HAVE CHOSEN TO LIVE IN THE OC

AKA FUCKING BEAUTIFUL WEATHER + DAMN CLOSE PROXIMITY

TO BOYFRIEND?

Let's hope everything's worth it.

Mark Pichay Soon!

No Cars Go

It's always too late, I'm always awake.

I miss home and my landmarks
and the way I had a place that I belonged,

no matter how ill-fitting or insignificant it was.

I no longer feel like my own person,
I don't speak enough because I don't like
empty words and because I miss

the people who speak my language.

Will you always be so far away?

Looking for drugs in all the wrong places.

I wanted to walk home but then I didn't, and as the cab went past where you were I put my fingers to the window, that was my goodbye and I was going to leave it at that.
But of course you finally texted a reply when I got home, and within the hour I was out on my street corner meeting you and inviting you up.
I mean nothing by it nothing nothing nothing I thought as the words came out slowly, nervous in the lift, as we lay side by side in my bed and then oh I thought, when you turned and leaned to press your lips on mine, oh this. Like it was supposed to happen. Like it hadn't been three years, much too long. It was bound to happen, always building away under the surface, so here we were and it was all wrong.
This is goodbye, I kissed you, this is goodbye.