I   C A N   S E E   Y O U   B U T   I CAN NEVER REACH YOU.

We're rotten fruit.

We're damaged goods.

I'm waiting for the train,
the subway that only goes one way.
The stupid thing that will come to pull us apart
and make everybody late.
You spent everything you had,
wanted everything to stop that bad.
Now I'm a crushed credit card registered to Smith, 
not the name you call me with.
You turned white like a saint.
I'm tired of dancing on a pot of ( Read more... )

1. Become SCUBA certified.
2. Learn how to play chess.
3. Watch at least 15 Criterion movies.
4. Run a 5K (for a cause).

You don't have to love me yet; let's get high awhile.

Baby ( Read more... )

"She seized a safety pin caked with blood and rust, gouged a great hole in her leg which seemed to hang open like an obscene, festering mouth waiting for unspeakable congress with a dropper which she now plunged out of sight into the gaping wound but her hideous galvanized need (hunger of insects in dry places) has broken the dropper off deep in ( Read more... )

My mama never warned me about my own destructive appetite.

I pursed my lips in thirst
for that reassuring kiss you never gave to me.

I feel like shit.

Why can't I be FREE? I am so bored. I am so bored that my eyes are going to fall right out of my head.