January 2011
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I’ll classify every word out of your lips as a lie until you’re lying beneath the dirt and the soil, hailed as the queen of deceivers and cheats. I hope your breathing doesn’t come easy. I pray to God I’m all you dream. I hope you feel my touch, hear my voice, taste my lips with every sip of noise. Save your tears. Don’t apologize. All you’ll hear is...
I just need to get (this) out.
I don’t need the snapped rope or the healed scars on my throat to know how lucky I am. All my hits come from my misses and it feels no longer write/right on target, how life is not sleeping all day and fighting all night, myself vs. my emotions, and I am more than the rambling, erased phone messages from my exes, and the burden to myself. I was still the best secret you (n)ever had....
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My heart is taking over. It is taking over. It is...
I threw up twice today, the first time envy poured from my stomach with blood.The second lust, causing me to choke until god decided to make me suffer and give me that breath of air. The last five are caged under my ribs, trying to burn their way out with acid and the smell of formaldehyde is clogging up my lungs like you are clogging up my head. I love you and I hate you and I want your smokey...
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iveneverbeensoenvious
When you’re burning to death, your body automatically curls you into the fetal position, shuts down and you pass out before you feel too much pain. It just gives in, gives out, gives up. You dream in blue and I dream in gold and they mesh to make this murky grey we can’t see anything through this city’s smog that’s brought the fall of our empire before it even rose. Talk...
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I am hacking my lungs out in a room that smells like murder and clove cigarettes and my bedtime story is narrorated by Alex’s nearly lost voice as he reads the obituaries from the local paper. And I really cannot help but think about if maybe we’d passed these people on the street sometime before they died yesterday and when Alex stops to clear the phlegm out of his throat I think what...
I am usually so right about these things and this...
The night was new and you were the only one I could see in the (honey)moonlight. I was making rythyms out of breaths and a bassline from your heartbeat. One finger down for the soft warm noises you make in your sleep and I felt like I was counting down till the morning. I was ashes to ashes and dust to dust by the time the sky breaks through the black but your imprint on the pillow is still making...
Camisado combustion.
The blood on your bed… Well, consider it a gift from me to you. It’s from the heart, like your fist to my lip is from yours, if your heart exists anymore. Has it disintegrated with burning through your ears? Or is it burning your flesh like this scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital? No. -It’s not so pleasant;;; -It’s not so...
I've only seen you once, only in my mind. No...
You'd run away and come with me to destroy the...
I don't understand why anyone would fall for me...