cause.of.all.i.need

If you would like to ask me something, here is the place to do as such...   fourth year Canadian student trying to figure out what to do after graduation; love the little things in life

…I only miss her when I’m breathing, and I haven’t done that in a while,

and I only miss her when I’m bleeding, but my wounds don’t heal anymore…

-causeofallineed

— 1 year ago
#missing you  #breathing  #its been awhile 

…for a man is only as good as his last word, and a woman as good as her last heartbeat; life is too often a wasted privilege on things that don’t make us catch our breath or quicken our step, so prompt your soul to journey and find what it seems to currently lack…

-causeofallineed

— 1 year ago with 2 notes
#heartbeat  #last word  #find what is missing  #life 
Whim and a Whisper

…I haven’t felt like this in a while, no it’s been awhile since ‘goodbye sweetheart’ ended a sentence, and having her next to me had me thinking repentance, but no she doesn’t seem to love me, and I don’t seem to either, so hold me close as we drink into the night on a whim and a whisper…

— 1 year ago
#whim  #whisper  #goodbye  #sweetheart 

… I only miss you when I’m alive …

— 1 year ago

Green lights and British royalty diners, to late nights on front steps, nobody makes me want like you do, Seven drinks and swim not sink she steps out of the pool, looking fine a piece of mind I’m finding it tough not to drool (what), anywho she waits around settles down grabs an old chapeaux, don’t let her stand, just hold her hand til the spins finish and go

-causeofallineed

— 2 years ago
#late nights  #front steps  #no one else but you 
You.

The reason I won’t give up, won’t stop pursuing you, won’t stop trying, is that I don’t want to regret not doing enough to know you, see you, be there for you. And because I know if I don’t do all I can, I’ll never forgive myself.

-causeofallineed

— 2 years ago with 1 note
#you  #wont stop  #cant stop  #wanting you 
One Minute or Sixty Seconds?

Perpetual not perfect is what a wise man told me once, about the love with his wife of so many years and months, he said on your anger never let the sun set, and put her needs above yourself, kid don’t ever forget; that this love was promised to last a life time when all around it lasts a week, pray your heart out and give your all with her and hold her up when she feels weak, and one last thing son, when you say to beckon, a minute doesn’t mean sixty seconds. Now I’ve tried to listen to all this good advice, from my father, mother, friends and others, ‘find a lady’ they say, ‘that’s in it for the long haul. One that will love you and cherish you and let you watch Sunday night football. Look for one who doesn’t need any extra to make your jaw drop, and likes your favourite pop ( cause that’s important, not), no matter what though I’ll remember, when I call up stairs to see if she ready for our reservations, one minute doesn’t mean sixty seconds. Now its all in fun, and ill love those little things about her, but sometimes you gotta slow things down, and think back on all those years and remember that this love is til death do you part and she’ll always be the only one in your heart, that sometimes life goes fast and slow, stick together and youll grow, and when you ask her to give your tune a little listen, remember, one minute doesn’t mean sixty seconds.

— 2 years ago with 1 note
#lifetime  #looking for the one  #love  #minute  #old man wisdom  #prose 
The Story of Sarah Clarence

…sometimes he stops breathing just to remember how it feels to be with her, and then he begins to inhale again, and tries to continue with his day. whether it happens while he’s in the field, driving around or almost asleep, it for a second catches him off guard at how real it feels but how far away from reality. its strange how if he hears Canadian pop punk, he starts to mist up and changes the radio. or if he takes the bus to Weber and Bridgeport, a smile crosses his face instantly for a split second. or even when he passes a flower display in a store his wallet starts to move closer to his hand and towards the check out before he moves on to buy milk and eggs. just little things really that seem to keep his mind occupied. was it net worth, size of heart, or just the wrong shaped piece in a supposed two piece puzzle. he may never know. what he knows though is that the new guy doesn’t need to pretend to be short of oxygen cause he gets the privilege to be in her company. no, he can’t be jealous, or envious, or resentful, but pity or luck oddly seem to cross his mind but he can’t distinguish between them. regardless of how many clocks he flips face down though, or carefully reads back old messages, he knows he has no control to get this brilliant .92 carat garnet back into his life…

This is the story of Sarah Clarence.

— 2 years ago with 1 note
#loved and lost  #remember to breath  #sarahclarence  #prose 

Oh the irony, that the one who taught me to finally go after what I want is the one I can never get…

— 2 years ago

…they say the older you get the faster time seems to play in front of your eyes, but this hourglass is possibly counting years, and no day without you even shows up on my calendar…

— 2 years ago