( about you )

Lies are all she can ever hearSort of like tuning everything else out but this is real. Always the one they're ashamed of, she waits in the wings for prince charming. Only to find out he died in a car wreck last night. So now what? One day it's perfect the next is prolonged. Yet day by day things stay the same. He forgets to remember, he can't see ( Read more... )

She's losing itToo bad it is only the begining. If counting down the days is torture, what will counting the days be? Honestly, I wish I didn't have to know. Wishing she never had to find out is a new found luxury. And all of this is some sick twisted routine, a prison. Only don't you dare forget that this is just the begining and things will only ( Read more... )

As I look into her eyes, I think of youYou know I think too much. So much that you're making me sick. I want to throw up my insides at the thought of it. You've heard. And so i'll lay in bed and wish you were by me, stealing all the blanket yet complaining about how hot it is. Funny how the room was so hot then. How around my room there are tiny ( Read more... )

Today he said, "i'm leaving."

And soon will he be gone.
Now i'm torn
and I close my eyes just to look at you
because I know
you'll be leaving me
for good.


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Just look at what you've done to meHoping this is what you want, knowing this is what I need. Oh how I miss you. But why does it hurt? What those long starry nights never knew was that feeding off your memories tears out hearts. And minds. And we, we never even saw it coming. No one ever does. But now, just look at us now ( Read more... )

For there are so many things
that I
just
couldn't hide.
I've been a bad bad girl, a sucker
for cheap thrills and lavish lies
so grit your teeth and jump on this ride
to scream out, "whore".
When really
something is wrong with you.

( Her eyes, her eyes.. they've died, i'm dead. )

At the sight of you, stomaches could scrape floors exchanged for a look filled disgust. Moon drawing you near and me, scared. Simple words strapped you in to close the door behind you, then off we went. Awkward moments for a girl who is addicted to your touch, trailed close by. Watching, waiting, hoping. Haven't we been here too many times? ( Read more... )

I can't quite pick out the words because it still hurts.
( Oh god does it hurt. )

( on a pretty pistol. )