promise?

she looked at him with eyes larger than the sun filling up with tears that were beyond her control. she asked one simple word: "promise?"

"i can't."

and it was enough.

"it's my favorite thing in the world," she said. "someone who doesn't break their promises."

so she searched, for the one who would prove her wrong, prove that it is possible to make a promise, mean it with everything in you, and keep it forever.

100 songs for a broken heart

i'm compiling a list of 100 songs for a broken heart. i can't guarantee they will make you feel better about your present situation, but hearing sad songs makes us remember we're not alone. the greatest artists and poets and songwriters have their motivation from broken hearts, cheating boyfriends, and crushed dreams. we are not alone. you're not human until you've suffered the broken heart. so my 100 songs for a broken heart will be posted as soon as it's done, but until then, if you have any suggestions - send them my way!

cbmackin@gmail.com

even broken hearts mend over time

can't explain it.

it's two o' clock and i was sleeping, but i'm not feeling great.

i took some pills to help my thinking, but now i'm thinking worse.

well i was hoping that i could see you; if that's not too absurd.

am i in love? or am i dreaming?

cause i'm not sensibly just taken by your words; for once i found a cure.

i'm sick of staying up late, because you're not here, and i'm not there.

no, i'm not afraid to watch you change me,

i'm not afraid to watch you change me anymore.

you need to know what you're into;

i'll tell you i'm a god damn piece of work.

so i'll just sit here until you enter my arms -

cause that's the simpleness of where i lay my head.

i'm a wreck when i'm alone, i'm the [girl] who lost [her] home

and i'm sensibly just taken by your words;

for once i found a cure.

i'm sick of staying up late,

cause you're not here, and i'm not there.

no, i'm not afraid to watch you change me.

i'm not afraid to watch you change me anymore.

i took the key bridge north to your parent's house again.

i saw my share of lights from the sky outside the city.

i brought you things i loved just to show you that i cared.

i found a place to lay inside of the warmth.

that's the way that i spent these last few days of writing all these songs.

i swear to god that i love you, cause i can't explain it.

:the dangerous summer

chelsea walls.

i want to be a lost poem in a strangers coat pocket,

that conveys the importance of you.

to assure you of my desire, to assure you of dreams.

i want all the possibilities of you in writing.

i want to give your reflection.

i want your eyes on me.

i want to travel to the lightness with you and stay there.

i want everyhing before you to follow us like a trail behind me.

i want never to say goodbye to you, even on the street corner or the phone.

i want......i want so much i'm breathless.

i want to put my power into a poem to burn a hole in your pocket so i can sew it.

i want my words to scream through you.

i want the poem not to mean that much.

and i want to contradict myself by accident, and for you to know what i mean.

i want you to be distant and for me to feel you close.

i want endless days when its day and nightime never to end when its night.

i want all the seasons in one day.

i want the sun to set before us and come up in front of us.

i want water to run up to our waists and to be drenched by the rain up to our ankles with holes in our shoes.

i want to think your thoughts becuase they're mine.

i want only what's urgent with you.

i want to get in the way of the barriers and i want you to be a tough guy when your supposed to, like you do already.

and i want you to be tender, like you do already.

and i want us to have met for a reason and i want that reason to be important.

and i want it to be bigger than us, i want it to take over us.

i want to forget.

i want to remember us.

and when you say you love me, i don't want to think you really mean new york city and all the fun we have in it.

and i want your smile always and your grimaces too.

i want your scar on my lips and i want your dissappointments in my heart.

i want your strength in my soul, and i want my soul in my eyes.

i want to believe everything you say, and i do.

and i want you to tell me what's best, when i dont know.

and when your lost i want to find you.

and when your weary, i want to give you steeples and cathedral thoughts and coliseum dreams.

i want to drag you from the darkness and kneel with you exhausted with the blinding light blaring on us.

summer.

and i knew, more sure than the cold of the waves on the shore,

how much i loved you.

and your kiss locked all of those summer nights into my heart,

with a spark that set the sand on fire.

one day.

".. & when she’s gone. remember you once loved her, you once needed

her. you once cared about her more than anything in the world.

you can’t deny she was ever there for you. you can’t deny what

you had. you can’t deny that it ended over absolutely nothing.

you can’t deny that regardless you still think about it. no

girl could ever love you the way she did. one day you’ll

realize what you’ve done. you’ll go back

and she’ll be gone.

fall.

sometimes you fall. you fall down and you fall hard. and it seems like you're never going to get back up, but believe me you will. this is what life's all about: the heartache and disappointment coupled with the rush of love and achievements. without one, we wouldn't know the other. people are always going to let you down - there will always be liars, cheaters, and exes. it's what makes for a good story. it's true that you're given this life because you're strong enough to live it. so breathe and just remember that you're not alone. don't give up. the imperfections in life are what make it perfect. the memories we make everyday are our story to give back. we are finite. all we can hope for is to make one mark on the world. make one person listen.
so, go.


make someone
remember you.

in the end.

"love someone.
it doesn't matter if you suffer.
it doesn't matter if you cry.
it doesn't matter if you fight.
because in the end you'll be able to say:
i suffered, i cried, i fought.
but i loved you."