You were just too beautiful for this world, weren't you, angelface?
Death shouldn't have been your only option.

But did you want to be saved?

While you dance I dance, in slow-motion-Hollywood-blockbuster-movie-style, twirling and spinning with my scarf twisted around my neck and weaving through the air. We are juxtaposed, you and I ( Read more... )

If my standards are too high, tell me. I don't think I'm asking for a lot.

I dreamed of a hero, my savior. He was so beautiful. Save me from myself?

You're too impatient and defensive.
I'm not attacking you.

At night I dream of butterflies in my stomach and having my flesh ripped apart by zombies. I wake up at four in the morning and can't sleep again for hours after. I see people on the streets that remind me... and I bite my bottom lip hard so I don't cry ( Read more... )

I find myself aimlessly wandering through my mother's house, not fully sure of what it is I'm supposed to be doing. There are things I could do, like the essay I haven't finished or the projects I haven't started. But they seem trivial and small, buried at the back of my mind behind what to eat for lunch and should I bother getting dressed today?I' ( Read more... )

I'm still here.
Wait for me.

I haven't washed my hair in over two weeks.
I sleep when I can afford to, mon chère, so don't worry about me.
I can breathe just fine.

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I am so busy these days ( Read more... )

My ex-boyfriend gets out of jail tomorrow.
Time never fails to continue, if nothing else.