i want poetry to fall from my finger tips

fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

"Sir, I exist."

I don't like hurting this much. I don't like having no control.

make the hurt go away, save me.

gravity sucks

the sex dreams need to stop, kind of.

I feel greasy and sweaty but I'm definitely not as greasy, sweaty, tiny, or eye-linery as Pete Wentz who I saw at the airport. Good sighting, I'm proud of myself. Plus weird photographers and unknown girl? I'm a cutie, did you know ( Read more... )

I met a boy, he made me laugh. I forgot that I was like(able).

I don’t just want
your heart
I want your flesh,
your skin
and blood and bones,
your voice, your thoughts
your pulse
and most of all your
fingerprints,
everywhere.

laura feels dejected, brah.