tell me something about me that you like.

The paint is starting to chip off, you know. I guess I didn't paint enough layers, didn't wait long enough for it to dry before I starting painting it red again, not like Shannon, she painted hers grey. Painted over her walls long enough, deep enough, meaningfully enough when she said, "I'm done," to know that she can never come back. But me, I ( Read more... )

I thought I might change my name for awhile, to something more beautiful. I thought I might change my mind about college, and careers, but in truth, I never will. I'll always be Mommy's little puppet, and Daddy's little screw up. Last night, as I lay on the cold, hard floor, covered in the blanket that smelled of vinegar (?), I wondered to ( Read more... )

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( where are we going? )

I remember having written on this prompt before, saying how badly love sucked. But really, I meant, love is like waiting for the phone to ring, love is like a roller coaster, all screaming and smiling, excited and saying "Look! No hands!" until you drop 60 feet at a horrendous speed and you're going upside down and screaming out of fear you're ( Read more... )

( remember me? )

I never meant to have you but I do. So forgive me for neglecting you, because right now, healing my heart is more important and so is shaving my legs. I only want to be a girl.

I only want to know if you still smell of cigarettes and the cologne you never wear. My darling grown up little boy, you're my inspiration, eyes closed against harsh weather and a smile painted on, whether it be real or fake, that is a smile I envy. Found true love in the worst kind of situations, and probably don't lie awake at night wondering, ( Read more... )

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