Sunday, May 24, 2009
I still got you to warm my breath.
I am not an angry person, or overly emotional for that matter. I am honest and I do not know how to play the games that all the other girls my age are so good at. I would not want to anyway, what is the point of pretending you are someone you are not? With false interests just to get someone else to pay you the slightest bit of attention for a little while, I'll tell you what this is, pointless. My head is full and my hands are empty, this is only temporary. I am sharing my personal space, my personal things, my thoughts are invaded by banging, shrilling and the fact that this was supposed to be temporary. Nothing can be what it seems when you are a liar, a cheater, and a wet blanket. Things are chaotic enough without another person, let alone a person with multiple personalities and a crazed stare. I know that there is that unspoken rule that family comes first, you should do anything to help out someone you share blood ties, but where do you draw the line? What happens if the family member's blood is cold and their heart is a fraction the size of mine? There is no resemblance in my eyes, we have nothing in common. Why do I owe you anything because we are related? I pick myself apart giving pieces and chunks to my friends, and my parents, because I do owe each of them time, love and whatever else they need.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
compliance;
"Hours to waste turns into full weeks, then months, then into me
A life long disease"
Run in the Front - Dear and the Headlights
A life long disease"
Run in the Front - Dear and the Headlights
Monday, May 11, 2009
I can't sleep, I can't dream, I can't eat
" I know we won't want for much, It's just me and you and a bed
and a shoreline."
Last night I never went to bed
I laid my head to rest upon my pillow and started drifting in and
out of reality
I was talking, either out loud or it was a fragmentation of my mind,
I was talking to myself about my notes
atleast I think that's what I was talking about
I feel as if I'm wasting time whilst sleeping, coincidentally I also
feel like sleeping is a recluse, I can spend a little time out of my
mind
I don't dream, it's black, empty, comforting space.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
sentimental
It's a metaphor for our whole relationship, whether friends, on whatever terms
I am just about to get out and you pull me back in, sealing the deal with a kiss.
I won't fight it, can't even imagine trying to fight you off and certainly don't want to.
The more we talk the more I'm convinced you are a science experiment, you have no flaws.
Just take me anywhere with you, push the cd in, close my eyes and roll down all the windows, letting the cool air flood the car, your hot breath in my ear. Where else would I want to be?
So sentimental.
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