STALKER!

pulsating bass drum
moving, crashing through my veins
tiny skeleton
being rocked by the rhythm
making wild love to the sound

i want to be with someone who absoltutely, without a doubt, wants to be with me and no one else for the rest of his life and who wants to marry me. i want to be told i look good (just one fucking time) or that i'm funny, that i'm talented and that i'm still amazing even when i fail, someone who thinks about me when making a life altering decision ( Read more... )

the love i have for the people in my family trumps any other love every single time. id do anything for any one of them.

 i hope getting cut out feels as fucking awful to you as it does to me. 

 i miss you, are you glad im finally gone? im so sorry to hear that

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, where it was you meant
to travel. None of ( Read more... )

I will never forget the way you looked sitting next to me
And how you smiled while we rolled around on the ground
But soon we were alone and it was time to learn your taste
And kiss your lips and grab your waist and feel your hips
Late nights have never been the same
And your words a week later oculd have killed
But when your heart is gone it sinks into ( Read more... )

and that night. the white electric storm. the lake
in flames. you sleeping soundly. your big bones.
smooth forehead. your dry pale mouth. split lip skin
flakes. to bite them off with needlepoint precision
to chew and roll in a minute translucent ball
and spit ball against the horizon. skin. it's so
wonderful peeling your back after summer.
a perfect sheet ( Read more... )

 hi