i sit in a public place, looking vacant, looking like a stereotypical blonde, while my head is fucking screaming. i need that. i need that acceptance into the realm of boring, naive, "never going to have it, never going to get it" girls. that's who i redeem on the surface, because i care not what anyone has to resurrect me with. i'm the reason, or ( Read more... )

at full speed, with sharp turns, only to emerge at a dead end, i am just like you.

i cant fucking sleep; i cant fucking do anything. the things i do to myself, the things i don't do could dictate an entire country. i feel like a liar, a fuck up, and a communist. i think i just want a revolutionary, someone to bleed out my past mistakes. oh, ive got a brand new pair of roller skates, you've got a brand new key.

i remember lying to every person i ever said, "you are the only thing that slows me down" to. my only form of rehabilitation is sitting in a corner and just breathing in pollen. there IS something in the water. that is not a conspiracy theory; your government does not care what's in your heart, like i don't care what's in mine. my chosen path is a ( Read more... )

my mind wanders and my physiological response is to drop dead

where have you gone, my faithless friend? did you get lost in the light? i thought that blast would help us see. where did we hide when the winds took us to a distant place? oh, they tried to make us burn for the nights we chose them over him. we're going to fight through the peacemakers and convince the world that the act is not acting at all. we' ( Read more... )

so i found you pounding at my door. if i had a voice, i'm sure it would sound something like yours.

0n a good day there's a sign of hope hanging from the refrigerator saying, "call me soon" on a bad day, we're all out of mustard and my hair needs to be trimmed and my contacts are too cloudy to see the details i so long for. i'm somewhere between the good and the bad, somewhere annoying and redundant, this place is cold and damp and a little dark ( Read more... )

on a day full of chocolate kisses and not a single regret or thought of tackiness i wonder how i could continue walking without that skip in my step, as if my legs are merely a device to wander me away from something better than you. i miss you to the point of death.

i hope it caves into my soul and suffocates the bearers of fucking withstanding nature. your face is your armor, the smooth patches of skin protecting the scar, fucking up the rhyme and reason. so it went and now it's gone, now it's time to look at myself the way i'd never once think of seeing you - protective, stable, and just plain right.