i wish my skin was thick and my heart was blue so i could pump my blood just like you. fear. that tasteless bite that beacons my mind and creates more than less time. winters are promises of a long lost friend. my flesh is scarce and my strength is near ( Read more... )

and i'll split just like the sun. i'll burn into your skull while you soak into my skin. i'll float a raft outside your house, pretend you're drowning and i'll jump right in. into your limbs i'll fall and gloat. i'll contemplate that time i counted all my last fates and i'll continue to hang up all the corners in bars. but it's like what i've said ( Read more... )

on my ceiling there's a shape of a tiny little eye ( Read more... )

this is what i've had to think about, preach about and come to know about. i've loved you with my entire being, every fiber interlined with my bones, but now, i just don't love you. simple as that, but i've got to retract. because now i know why i'm so bright and you are blue, it's because i'm with him - and not you.

i thought you'd come back anyway. all i do is look for the hit. battleship is gone and kaput once or twice. it's like this is the trillionth time and you keep saying "this is all too much, but not enough, never enough." it's like i'm a lady but my lips are numb from all the free for all fucks and the midnight loving from wobbly knees. the only ( Read more... )

is it possible to know you but not all that well? maybe it's what you smell like, a little crisp but sometimes a little sour. it's hard to imagine waking up next to him, whoever, me or you. it's more then windy but it's nothing close to chicago. there's hard times and sometimes just the times. what reminds me of you? how i remember what i think ( Read more... )

it's that song you've got stuck in my head. it's like glue on paper but it's attached to my chest instead. the windows are rolled down slightly and i can hear you breathe like wind humming on my window. it's like i think about you all the time and it's so hard to deal with. you could never move or sometimes never smile and i could think the things ( Read more... )

my friends say that i don't need you and that your talk is cheap. i make plans for the ones i love, the strong ones, but not the weak. i think my heart needs fixing and you'll be with me next time, by the four by fives. a little bit queazy but i think i'm ready to hear voices on the telephone. we're alive, like moonlight dinner courses, down to the ( Read more... )

because i'm without a doubt, my minds wondering curiously about whom and where and what and maybe why. this is so complicated and i'm so run out. the race is like the plague, out of concept and leaving love out of order. i'm used like the plate that's on the table, the one that's sitting with the mold growing over left over blueberry bagels. i ( Read more... )

inform me or disengage me. like liars on the east coast, and dream weavers on the west. ever contemplating what's always second best. that's all i can ever relate to, or sometimes ever talk about. car scatter from side to side, like buildings crumbling up from the tide. we can fake and fumble this way or maybe we can tumble. i'm sick of losing ( Read more... )