January 2012
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Watchoh charlie chaplin how i love thee
I would burn away all my beliefs to kiss your tears before they fell from your Jaw. ingesting your sadness. the sighs that blow past your gorgeous lips.ill suck them in, all the pain and trembles. A Sin eater devouring those hurts and scars. I’ll kiss your milky skin until you are whole again. Flawless and forgiven.
October 2011
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September 2011
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I write love letters to shattered porcelain girls who are half the age of the scar tissue surrounding my unhappiness
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August 2011
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July 2011
3 posts
she types with rectangles and half circles - lit screens full of out of context phrases and misconstrued meanings. we argue over things unsaid. empty semantics causing jealous antics.
you speak to me in sermons and judgements. i blew my speakers hoping the crinkle and fuzz would drown out the slicing condemnation. nothing helps. not capsules full of mental health, nor street lit drives through sleepy towns. your voice is incessant. scaling my brain filing down any value. malleable, stretched into something so thin it hardly exists.
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June 2011
5 posts
Anonymous asked: I'm 30+ and believe in true love with every bit of my heart. It's not just hormonal teeneged girls. It's us older boring bitches too.
There is a good that pours from your skin. It stings to the touch and runs like swamp water. Your wings are always in the way knocking over my scotch and blocking the tv. And that glow from your halo keeps Flickering its loud and stale like an outdated fluorescent fixture. I don’t think this is working out Maybe you should leave me to my misfortune.
If there was something I could possibly change about me it would be my adoration of teenaged girls. My love for them is as true and honest and disgusting as can be. As repulsive as it is they always break my heart. I’m not sure if its the unrequited love that i am so fond of because I like feeling vulnerable and raw. Or if its that is the last years most people believe in true love. And I...
I never liked those words much until they were sung from you lips. A story unclear until it shook loose from your hips
May 2011
6 posts
I’M GONNA STOP BEING SUCH A WHINY WHORE BAG FUCKTARD
seriously i feel like a whiny high school girl yet again.
i text “i had an awful dream concerning you. i hope you are ok. i miss you so much.”
she texts “i am fine.”
what the fuck. plus no call or text in 13 hours since.
i’m so fucking dumb
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i am a damaged pinwheel at a standstill but at attention and waiting for your cold breeze to spin me into a wobbly circle for a brief moment.
fuck you spin me
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I feel neglected and ignored. I know I said I was cool with coming in 3rd in your life but I’m not. sure I am ok with it now. need you to realize it without me telling you since you get weird if I ask you questions about your well being or need attention. this is my 2nd relationship like this. not a. fan
i’ve never felt so alone while in a relationship. i couldn’t tell you why it is. but its empty.
April 2011
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March 2011
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i roll around a violently dull suburb at what used to be 9 am. i’ve avoided these particular lines on maps because they once carried you in that beast of rusted metal you called yours. the only thing bigger on the street was your smile and we were never sure if the smoke came from the truck or your cigarettes. it was browner than april mud and as worn as our faces after you were stolen from...