Text 29 Mar The answer

What proof do you need?
3 forms of valid ID
Utility bills .. See my credit score ?
What if you’re what I’ve been waiting all my life for ?
You don’t know if it’s the time ?
What if the right time is just something people made up to sell watches ?
What if whenever I close my eyes I watch us building on eternity?
What if I found our owners manual and it turns out we just need a romantic tune up every couple years ?
What if you’re the cure to my fears .. And I’m supposed to take you twice daily with a meal ?
What if this is real ?
If this isn’t real .. Then everything must be fake
And if we’re in the matrix .. Why can’t I fly ?
What if I gathered a team .. traveled to the center of the earth .. Past the crust and mantle … And found ancient tablets that said we were made for each other ?
Ten reasons why listed at that..
Would you believe ?
Do I gotta send you a gagillion hallmark cards ?
make you a mixtape ?
Sing you a song ?
Write you a poem ?

Text 13 Sep 2 notes the fountain of youth

I don’t desire a love worth dying for

I’d like the type of love big headed grandchildren want to bring to show and tell

A collection of memories worth singing in the car at extreme octaves … Windows down

I would endorse that love

Sell fitted hats and tshirts of that love

An infatuation full of electrolytes .. Poured over people at weddings perhaps

An endearment that would be researched .. Dissected .. And proven to be true

Overworked grad students will have to write papers on public displays of affection

A romance recommended by Oprahs book club and made into a film starring Tom hanks and Meg Ryan

I don’t desire a love worth dying for

I want a love to live for

A long life

Text 19 Dec 1 note Instead of drunk texting

I miss you
All the hair you left in my sink
The way you never seem to drink a full bottle of water
I know that’s not fair
It’s just something I can’t help
Really I can’t stand it
The way memories of your laugh make me feel weak
The temptation to text you every time I’m drunk
Every time I’m up late
Every other breath or so
Make me sick to my stomach
I don’t even want you back
Which may be the craziest part of it all
It’s just that I so rarely fall in love …That not having you in my life feels wrong
Obscene
I miss you
I know that’s not fair to say
So I wrote this instead

Link 8 Nov 2 notes Tim The Writer: Faithful ( The End ) »

vitaminsandvodka:

“Said I was bait for her to master
Said I was bait for her to master”

Anything I needed I could ask her
Talk about the future … Can’t get past her
Never thought there would ever be an after
“forever moves faster”

Now I can’t listen to my favorite songs
Or go to my favorite places
Her…

Link 8 Nov 2 notes Tim The Writer: Faithful ( The End ) »

vitaminsandvodka:

“Said I was bait for her to master
Said I was bait for her to master”

Anything I needed I could ask her
Talk about the future … Can’t get past her
Never thought there would ever be an after
“forever moves faster”

Now I can’t listen to my favorite songs
Or go to my favorite places
Her…

Text 8 Nov 2 notes Faithful ( The End )

“Said I was bait for her to master
Said I was bait for her to master”

Anything I needed I could ask her
Talk about the future … Can’t get past her
Never thought there would ever be an after
“forever moves faster”

Now I can’t listen to my favorite songs
Or go to my favorite places
Her face it appears in every location
Smile chasing my happiness
Like a specter in a haunted home
Even though I’m alone
I can’t shake it
What’s worse ?
I don’t want to
Cause memories are all I have left
Faithful to a figment of my imagination
To a love I couldn’t be faithful to when it was mine
I was gonna get right back
Gave em a little time
She was where I wanted to be at

Now I shed tears between a b a formats

Is she listening ?
Hey woman are you listening ?
I miss you baby

Photo 15 Oct A definition  (Taken with Instagram)

A definition (Taken with Instagram)

Link 4 Oct 3 notes Tim The Writer: Missing my Mom»

vitaminsandvodka:

She gave me the opportunity to live

Put me in the position to succeed

Stayed with a man she didn’t love … So I wouldn’t be fatherless

She read to me

From the bible books of psalms and the berenstain bears

When I stayed out to late … She’d come find me

She told me to always hold doors …..

Text 28 Sep 3 notes Missing my Mom

She gave me the opportunity to live

Put me in the position to succeed

Stayed with a man she didn’t love … So I wouldn’t be fatherless

She read to me

From the bible books of psalms and the berenstain bears

When I stayed out to late … She’d come find me

She told me to always hold doors .. Walk between the street and a lady
Be honest with a woman if you care

Hug me before beating me like Kunta

I wish I never taught her how to text message

I wish I savored more of our talks around the kitchen table

I wish I was more of the man she raised me to be

I coulda been great

Text 24 Sep The Suicide of Casper Barfield (Finale)

"If you are afraid to die, more than likely, its cause you haven’t lived"-Casper Barfield

10/10/07

"You’ve got cancer" said the Doctor

10/10/08

"First time I’ve felt this good in a while" muttered Casper

He got out of bed

Stretched

Did some push ups

Just like every other morning since he was ten

The age when the guys attached his life long nickname

Originally, he was mad

Figured that anyone making fun of him would pay for the laughter with a bloody nose

After all, everyone played in the abandoned house on hortter street.

How was he sposed to know Crazy Old Ezekiel was spending the night there.

Casper, when suprised by Ezekiel, turned white as a certain friendly ghost.

Eventually though, “Casper” fit like it was tailor made.

"Good times" chuckled Casper at the memory

He took a shower

Cooked two eggs and grits

He ate his last meal slowly

Savoring his bites as if they were his mother’s home cooking.

Casper dressed in his nicest black suit.

He pulled his last will and testament from the nightstand.

Conspiciously, Noni Childs recieved everything.

Next he removed a bottle of pills

Casper unscrewed the cap and down half the bottle.

And closed his eyes

It had been a year since the Doctor’s diagnosis.

Six months since Sara’s death.

An excerpt from the last will and testament of Casper Barfield

"They say that amputee victims sometimes dream of their lost limbs.
Waking to find themselves still missing parts of them. Every morning I have to arise to the torture of missing my better half.
I would not wish that pain on my worst enemy. Still even in the day I find myself expecting to see my love walk through the door. Ready to ask “How was your day?”.
Instead I recieve nothing but silence. I’ve done enough in my life to know that the only thing I would be missing by continuing to live…..is her. “


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