So I woke up again today thinking about being with him and all of the wonderful things that go along with the velocity of his presence.
Does wonderful life + beautifulcompany + satisfying moments = something bad coming along in the melting of the atmosphere.
If this is Satan derived, that guy isn't so bad.

EWWW. that's about it.

I feel sick for her, and
her beauty. How she falters to
feel something real or moving,
like what's natural about a stream.
Beautiful, flowing without need
for approval.
Like the stream, she does what
she's best at,
carving away till there's nothing
left, feeling happy only
when the best fish swim in
her waters.

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I'm waiting for the phone to ring while tapping my foot. I try to sleep a little but keep thinking about his lack of effort to keep this feul tank full. My eyes are heavy with sleep-glue, my stomach growling, empty with whiskey breath and expired potato chips. I am feeling sick as infomercials paint the walls of my brain, conjugated nouns and verbs ( Read more... )

I hate her because she is beautiful and has everything that comes with being beautiful. She should get everything she wants. She should suck the life right out of me, I would feel better knowing she was beautiful and I didn't exist.

I rushed in and out of it today listening to your voice on the way to the holy house, but your words were like syrup melted wax that stuck to my teeth. After you offer, I grind your red gum paste from the package squished from your jean pocket. I taste the felt embers from the foil wrapper, they bind to me and shock every chance they get. I can ( Read more... )

John.....I love you.

I saw her eyes like dangling heirlooms watching as I crept past her words with a passive grin.
She was the ultimate enemy as she turned her back to this, the last place I would ever try to make her whole again.