a distressed gorgeous mess ( Read more... )

let's pretend we never happened ( Read more... )

i'm more than half mess ( Read more... )

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As I look back on it now, I realize what terrified me most:  he reminded me of things I didn't remember, as they hadn't yet existed.  What I mistook for love was a constant deja-vu of experiences and consequences that had never been born.  I thought I would like it, even if it did kill me:  and I knew the whole time it would.  His hands closing on ( Read more... )

And endlessly, this... this...  ...borderline insanity, it only seems to grow.  It never weakens, only strengthens, like a huge wind blowing me over the edge, away from anyone I've been standing near.  And as I start to fall, I always catch myself, and no matter how bruised and bloody my hands get, I always catch myself and can't let go.  And I'll ( Read more... )

one of these days
i'll sit down
spin my life around
and write a letter
titled
"dear boy who fucked my brains"and i'll do it better ( Read more... )

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