Perfect frame. |
Some days we just laid there, frozen. Icicles in bed, under what had to be at least 6 layers of blankets. But that wasn't what was keeping us warm. Wrapped up in each other, tangled in one another's l...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jun 2009 19:52:00 GMT |
Tangent. |
This isn't some sort of rendition of the past.This is me making a big deal, and talking a lot of trash.I'm going mad, I swear to you.It's the only thing I feel safe saying.Oh, if only you knew."I felt...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Jun 2009 21:12:00 GMT |
Some Things We Don't Talk About. |
Where it happened. How it happened. Why it happened. I stole this title from someone else. Fuck it, I don't care. I hope they appreciate how it's helping me right now. In more ways than one. Like many...
Posted by on Thu, 14 May 2009 17:24:00 GMT |
Fondling My Emotions. |
Ever caught yourself focusing, zeroing in on that one bright spot reflected from a light on the window?Did you ever notice that the longer you stare at it, the more you start to convince yourself that...
Posted by on Fri, 08 May 2009 17:21:00 GMT |
It's kind of like a pounding sound. |
I'm falling in love with the sound of other people's heartaches.The musical notes from the tortured souls.Kindred spirits you and I are, just alike you and I are.You're singing the very thoughts from ...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 20:55:00 GMT |
How could you do that to me? |
Not interested in anything. Yep, that's me. I make up my own words and their definitons for how lonley I've become.I've been swallowing their meaning along with the blood from biting my own tongue.All...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Apr 2009 17:02:00 GMT |
Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch. |
Remember when the sun was just a star?And we only used it to remember where we are?Or when we needed to travel very far.Remember feeling humbled at how small we were?And sleeping under stars without a...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Apr 2009 22:24:00 GMT |
Don't take it to heart. |
I'm a pretty girl living in your ugly world. Over using someone else's phrases to collect someone else's praises. I'm dark around my edges. Not rough, but slightly uneven.I'm tired of being broke and ...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Apr 2009 22:01:00 GMT |
Desperately. |
I'm sick of losing. My love. My dog. My friends. My life. Anything that has ever mattered, gone. It's almost as if God loves pulling the carpet out from under my feet just as I'm feeling comfortable. ...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Apr 2009 14:21:00 GMT |
Lack Of Feeling. |
I remain, and that is it.Only to say that I am still here, because what it all boils down to is how badly I just want to disappear. August 14th was the day I almost got thrown out of Heaven.Suicide is...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Mar 2009 18:19:00 GMT |
