Interests:i enjoy the simple things in life. art, writing, photography, dance, music, bob marley, peace, marijuana, newports, vodka,and love. Expertise:where my sistas at?
The hardest thing to come to realize is that you love someone who doesn't and NEVER will love you back. You want to be strong, and say no, I don't want to be hurt anymore. But you can't. It's almost like gravity pulling you back to the one thing you need to get away from. You need to be a strong person with loads of self esteem. Why can't I be that woman?
The ink from my pen is dripping all over this torn darkpage.The thoughts that consume my head are whirling, pouring out of every hole in my body. My heart keeps beating, my blood still flowing. My foot is already in my grave. I bleed just to know I'm alive. This paper is all I've got. He's with her, she's with him, and I'm with this pen that won't stop fucking dripping. I'll use this razor blade to cut another line, I'll use this paper to pass some more time. Someone get a bucket for these thoughts violently pouring out of my ears. Someone try to put them back together, because I sure as hell can't. I light another cigarette. I'll chain smoke my cancer until you come back home to me. Forgive me for drinking the whole bottle of wine, and the mascara stains on your bed sheet. Forgive me for the cigarette stains on the counter, and for the tears on your pillow. The salt will soon dissapear after a wash, but I won't. You might get the scent off, but it's going to take a lot more than bounty to get my imprint off your queen sized bed of lust, lies, and deceit.....
You're fine exactly as you are. Your curves, words, flaws, strengths, thoughts. You don't need to change. You aren't ugly, fat, stupid, or worthless. You are you. We are unusual and tragic and alive. There was no turning back now, and I loved it.
love will save me i think i made you up inside my head oh god. it's so wonderful to get out of bed, smoke too many cigarettes and drink too much coffee. the world tasted like highlighter rainbows on lined paper the day virginia cracked her feet on the ocean floor, she declared that life would be worth living if only the koi pond were a little bit deeper.
why'd you have to go and let it die? what's so simple in the moonlight, in the morning never is
beautiful veins and blood shot eyes i've got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train all we need is just a little patience you've got me wrapped around your finger
with a lit cigarette hanging out of your perfectly shaped mouth,
you're a dangerous combination of beauty and poison
your lips drip with morphine all they'll see is me digging your grave. our bodies writhed in a month long wet dream.
And when morning breaks promise, be the first touch of aurora to brush against my skin. be the unbidden thought that follows me to bed. you're beautifully insane. Intoxicatingly tainted. just my brand. So you think you can tell a smile from a veil? we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl i want to be a song. i want you to sing along and i want you to choose me to be on the tip of your tounge. I am a series of disjointed sentences strung together like glass beads in a necklace that you wear on the weekends.
your voice isn't perfect, but it's all i need. i miss the rush of your skin
my thoughts linger on naked figures you cast me under your wicked spell
exchanging body heat in the passanger seat
you are the brightest little firefly in the jar I need you, so badly winter came and left the autumn leaves behind. along with everything you and him once had
your pulse in my chest will die.
damn this pain. almost beautful in it's intensity
you float like an angel, your skin makes me cry
every tanline, a guideline, for my fingertips to find
if you walk away i'll walk away. first tell me which road you will take. i don't wanna risk our paths crossing someday.
i love you. and if that means crying every night, then that's what it means.
when everything is lonely i can be my own best friend.
the mask i polish in the evening, in the morning looks like shit
i know you have a heavy heart, i can feel it when we kiss. so many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it.
we might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain.
the reasons have all ran away, but the feelings never did.
I'll cut this line to pass some time..
you're gonna go far, kid
we made love on the living room floor. from the noise in the background of the televised war.
