This is the girl who walked behind me ( Read more... )

I am perfect and it does not come as a surprise.
We were meant to be, and you are handsome
I am beautiful
The death you waited for
Will never come
I am out of breath
Close your mouth.

Sexual frustration is a way of life. Don't knock it.

I am separating again, all the oil in me and all the water, rising up and sinking under. I am separating again, and if only I could die.

I am not enough, I am not enough.

I'm not willing to compete with anyone anymore. I don't really have to be beautiful, do I? Nor intelligent or funny. I have never been competitive, and I've always hated how people that are expect you to be, knowing they'll win just because they give a shit. In the end, they make you feel worthless for losing something you never even wanted. But I ( Read more... )

my mother is insistent on giving me useful advice i will always remember too late. i am overly confident in the most ordinary things imaginable: i believe i dress well, i find myself interesting, i am convinced there will be talent there when i need it. however far these imaginary gifts may take me, it will not compare to the progress of those who ( Read more... )

I descend the cline from tense attention to vertigo ( Read more... )

i am decrepit and out of touch. daily dreads linger as nausea on my tongue, but i can sense my left arm extending slowly towards a brighter contentment. i find it difficult to speak easily with anyone other than my gabriel. when he spends his nights working it is a constant struggle to remain motionless so as to avoid becoming depressed. i do as ( Read more... )

i used to approach time gently, with prepubescent hands imitating shadowed silhouettes, and i mused so darling in journals i now grow weary of keeping. i had a great premonition that i was amounting to something, waiting carefully. i spent years idle at time's discretion. i reread the same juvenile books over and over, convinced that i could not ( Read more... )

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