If she would just let me count those endless freckles from time to time, perhaps we wouldn't be at a loss of anhedonia.
Those notebooks make me smile.
Even if their content is something I can't quite fully digest with ease.
you have potential.
So much, to be exactly what I need in order to maintain this neverending devate of the brain and the heart quite stable,
for very long periods of weeks.
if only 'stubborn' wasn't in her vocabulary,
I'd spend entire days counting sand, just so I could hear more of them devates on bubblegum and mint.
From time to time,
I smile at memories of an ever so sharp peripheral vision.
Scrapping this skin off.
Elbows and Knees bleed from the constant anxious scrubbing.
Burning every trail that leads to testosterone filled scents.
Disgust
ed. Everything around me holds every single letter in your forbidden name.
Terrified to forget, Yet Forbidden to remember.
Flesh is all that will remain.
A name that comes out of my lips with disgust in memory of all the unloyalties.
These bones are quite broken now,
For loving more than the healthy amount there is to water a flower in Win
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Perhaps there weren't enough wounds to keep us together.
These lips would touch yours almost like broken glass
scattered acrooss your hard to reach neck.
(Hello Floor, you
Dear self.
I wish I had something meaningful to say.
Truth be told, I'm full of
nothing.
Most of the time; I make up stories of what can be and will be, here and then. Everything seems perfectly fabricated.
Until I wake up. Start all over again. Lacking Balance.
Lies have always rhymed with my sentences. No wonder they bestfriended my stories. I cause more pain than I am worth but. I wonder if it will ever even out.
On rides home, I pretend that I'm sleeping.
...and He presses those lips on my face. Slowly telling me to wake up.
I never tell him this. No, not ever. It's the only time I feel I'm worth more than the stories I tell.
I
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her little world of lies
Can't you tell the difference? Surely you should be able to.
You're quite skilled at figuring human nature.
You seem to be Caught up in lies. Tangled up. Is The knot too tight?
You may try to break lose but truth has no use here,
and she s l o w l y dies.
Will you ever differ fiction from reality.
Karma itself has been lost somewhere searching for you.
A new world takes shape of that wish desired.
So hard not to resist this habit.
so easy it is to mold and shape things as please.
Yet, you insist that you know me.
you'll fall for me, adore me, want me, and hurt.
I'll make you reach your limit.
I'll hurt you,
because you comp
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manipulating force of...
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Gravity keeps pulling myself to the ground that is you.
Im trying to break free from the sensations of
youre eyes,
sedate my being in and shuts down my reasoning.
So tempting, so tempting.
I could stay a while like this...
- I'm quite treacherous, of that I am certain. The one thing I truly desire doesn't exist. At least, not in this paralleled universe. You think you know, yet truth is completely relative.