To those who lie to themselves, their brains will rot in their skulls much faster than their tongues.  
and its a shame to continue speaking when your logic left without a trace.
Just like you first born....
just like the love your husband once feigned. 

They said you were like a fish-
spending your life in the depths only to resurface in a world you couldn't breathe in.

And I always thought
you were a wonderful prelude
to a damning life.

Now cover girl, you don't cover up anything.
Your makeup does not hide your flaws as you walk to the ocean and drown yourself.
The beach is your last runway, the ( Read more... )

This is the most we know of heaven, my back arching, body spreading slowly into glory like a peacock. Whoever coined the term "making love" had known this, how we curl around each other, how we push gravity and death further and further away, this ritual that cracks the carapace of pain, years and years of pain slipping away like beads of sweat, ( Read more... )

I can't help but look at all the things I could have been with out you, but its there like the smoke in my eyes and this room I have slowly finished with a satisfactory grin only to realize that I have caged myself in.
No windows. No doors.
Hope and beauty have no cracks to squeeze through anymore.
Just this solid stall. A stolid hall.
The only flaw ( Read more... )

The lack of direction is killing my drive ( Read more... )

I can always feel the phantom tears trickling down my cheek when you say I'm not worth working for ( Read more... )

You always make me regret the way I think I feel and always right after I am so sure of those feelings.
You are bad news baby bad news.

First day at work, first lesson learned....
Do not leave personal belongings in the Employee lounge.

Someone stole my bank card and used it to buy an outrageous metro fare. 
Didn't realize I was missing my card until I was at the metro looking to purchase a ticket home...
I REALLY COULD HAVE USED THAT FARE ASSHOLE.
Luckily I had exactly enough to make ( Read more... )

Things are the same yet somehow entirely different this semester but one thing hasn't changed...

your kiss is like coming home. Always like coming home. 

do you ever become completely enamored by the cleverness of a well written pop song ?
only to realize pop music will always leave you in the end...

You are the skillfully composed infectious melody running through my head.