oh boys... they make any bad night so much better.

as does flarp.

and my roomie.

and awkward tv specials.

and unicorns named charlie who travel to candy mountain.

and redheads.

i can't do this anymore.

i can't handle hurting this much.

i gave everything...

and i am left with an inability to spin beautiful webs of words. all i can manage are a few trite phrases and some tears.

you're sorry ( Read more... )

orange sky used to make me feel warm and full and safe inside. now it just reminds me of the empty space he left. now it just makes my chest hurt.

i don't want to live without you

i cover it up so well
but the thought of your absence sends me reeling

and my breath is stolen

my anger at the injustice of your
            actions

is nothing
compared
to the pain
of being severed from you

to feel the rip.cut.tear
            and see that i am the only one bleeding

you are so fucking cold

i am cold red fingers
and a tea-burnt tounge
freckle-faced and greengold eyes
i am unruly hairn in the november wind
soft lips painted red
tiny hands making love to a violin
i am a full heart
singing you to sleep
holding you in the palm of my hand
i am the woman you refuse to love

i have made myself a mechanical heart ( Read more... )

i am in love

i don't know if i can restart the poetic section of my brain. and if i do, i don't think it's up to doing this justice ( Read more... )

i am silken and berry-stained
small fingertips itching to touch
and lips impatient

your voice has been my summer soundtrack and my ears have yet to get their fill