every mark is a word
the syllables flow down
making me shake
breathe
relax
and later the words fade and leave the memory
memories of how weak I was and how I couldn't express it
the only way to show you how I feel
way's that would make my mother cry

a boy I don't even know stopped me in the mall to tell me how pretty I was....he was also not from America. but one compliment goes a long way.

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I feel cold and used up ( Read more... )

and I just broke a big one ( Read more... )

what have I become ( Read more... )

I woke up sore and foggy
a first aid kit was strewn across my floor
bandages on my arms and my legs from you
bandages
bandages
bandages

I ran home in the rain because I had to wash you away ( Read more... )

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my year long fling is leaving for nashville ( Read more... )