le sighYou know, I'm becoming a pleasant blend of both. I really just don't care anymore, PLUS i'm subtracting from my giving abilities to produce a cold-hearted wretch.
Catastrophes keep us together, right?
Always Thisyou have done so much for meAlways This
such beautiful presents beautiful words love
in every sense
mutual love in every degree
if ever you think of me know that you
have pieces of me
that i will never get back.
that i have given to you because there is no one else who is you.
you are a shy blushing morning waking up on the beach in a tent made of cotton sipping strawberry smoothies.
we fight like fire and ignite by force
but let this be the last let us be together.
TruthIn the echoes of your shadows, I wait Peeling from you like broken petals,Truth
I open my mouth and drink your lies Never hesitating that my deepest path that no one knows My heart of hearts that never shows The coldest night that grows and grows and you'll never really flow like my rivers, so the one who seeks the truth receives the punishment for finding it.
And I'll never tell.
what i have less ofuseless oaths bred numbing lies you said you would take care of me and as i fall asleep tonight holding back the tears i'll remember how you used to look at me for hours just to see beneath my eyes i'll remember how you used to kiss me, and put your hand on my cheek like you couldn't bear the parting i'll remember lying in the sun with you lying liar the ghost of your former fondness haunts me all i have now are vacant looks of remorse ashen kisses that are begged for and the winter it's so cold alone, with no one home, and all youwhat i have less of
Death by PoloroidWhen I look at you I see eyes like tinted camera lenses. You see me as your reflection. The myriad reasons for your departure imprinted in my memory as typewritten love letters.Death by Poloroid
I'm peeling away my skin, liquid pearls melted in my bones; once my hands dig deeper inside they'll hold my beating heart. When it stops, what will you take pictures of, my darling? With your camera eyes, what will you rejoice in if it's not my untimely death?
Just the thought of you capturing other corpses with your eyes makes me cry.
Sunk
FlyBy
March of Women...Out the DoorI skip my meals to make yours or lose the yellowing contents of my stomach in the bathroom I just tidied up. I undergo a surgeon’s tools to meet with your template when I glance at the silvery mirror I shined this morning at five. I stain my lips red and pink, paint my lids to match my eyes, dye my hair, and hide myself to fit your fancy. I kill my true appearance to live up to your late night “I got called into work by my secretary, Baby,” expectations. Am I beautiful now? Is that me in the mirror?March of Women...Out the Door
I stand colored statue still as your model, muse, mother, wife, homemaker, subject, servant,
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I'm a lover, but love's a chemical and I was never much of a chemist.
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grrrrrrr
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Hope it's right when you die: old and boney.
I thank you for adding a painting from me to your favorites.
I admire you for going on, after you have gone through bad times.
Although I do not know you, I think it is good, that you are here.
Greetings!
Amnesia
hope yu find some interest here, have fun.
see yu around sometime maybe! <3''
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