It hurts already, this wanting. Erased another life but she's still there, underneath, pressing against the surface, leaking out the corners of her eyes. I'm curious what will appear on this canvas. A pretty picture? Pretty is such an ugly thing to say. When these breasts are pressed under tight cotton and she retreats to be alone with herself, no ( Read more... )

i am taking a break from my self because she is too intoxicating

which is more real: to extend yourself to the world, or withdraw in introspection?

is there even such a thing as "real" or did someone make it up?

I don't know who I am
There is a sickness in my brain
I am buzzed

Tell me you love me and I'll say I love you too
Tell me you hate me and I'll tell you the truth

i want to crawl into a warm place with you, just you ( Read more... )

there were lights that night flashing different colors and the room moved around me in slow motion i was holding the bars so i wouldn't fall their hungry eyes followed me up and down up and down you two seem a lot closer than you do you care i don't care up and down they smelled sour but i liked it there were girls in a circle their skin glowed ( Read more... )

music this loud makes me miss summer
i remember the hot pavement
rolling along sucking in the breeze

things were so happy it made me teary-eyed. sometimes it's so much easier to be numb. maybe happiness and sadness aren't so different? sometimes i can't tell which i am

i love listening to music but it makes me cry

Ice-age heat wave, can't complain ( Read more... )

if only relationships were like math equations

i feel like getting drunk, which is extremely rare. i was never very good at it and i've never really enjoyed it although i've tried many times. same goes with drugs, except i haven't experimented with them much because i'm too much of a wimp ( Read more... )

or maybe just bored, so i've started writing again. but about what? what is so damn interesting about my life? what am i doing ( Read more... )