I want you
to fall across my floor
I
want
you to
fall across my walls

I once wished
our legs
would wrap around
e
a
ch
o
th
e
r
and foam with feminity

in
stead
I fell out of my own eyelids
and layed on the floor
you were really nothing more
than a scribbled moon
drenched, and waiting
outside my door

I don't
want
you anymore

and having no bottle opener ( Read more... )

no, and so it was this ( Read more... )

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my personality's dun flushed itself down the figurative toilet ( Read more... )

setting the scene: mccarthy talking to his advisor (ficticious conversation ( Read more... )

how everything is so crooked. all of the relationships that surround me, including every one that I have so much as grazed, is so off-balance.
it's just a very unbalanced equation that looks something like this:

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