

puttingit's bursting at the seams three words. no restraints, no lies. where did the silence go? all i hear is my heart copying yours, so loud that my ears are ringing. and three words. waiting wondering whisper it to me. please. it's tearing me apart smile by laughing smile. i can't wait.putting


re-found.i lack the vocabulary to describe this lack of concentration on my part. this utter nonsensical feeling of logic with no base, no reason, no balance. there is no rhyme to what can't be explained, when life doesn't equal x. while others talk, i find i'm deaf to their toxins. all i know is alone, i turned to look around me and you happened to look straight back and meet my drying eyes.re-found.


this alchemy.under a grapefruit sky deceivingly sour and cold i collected your loneliness into small glass bottles of a hundred shapes sizes and colors.this alchemy.
i scooped it up by the handfuls, desperately before it could disappear; i must have appeared mad. but they were tears you cried. no one else could see them.
and i justed wanted something of my own.
fruitless endeavors but i thought maybe it co


belittled.today's date is an execution not the end of the world.belittled.
you've got me, my back to the wall, with your little firing squad and i'm blind folded, too shamed to watch my own demise at your anger.
my ribs are all c r a c k e d open exposing my soft and vunerable emotions and the guns are focused on what i no longer have be
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And that was all without a single drop of rum XD
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I reject your "pop culture" and substitute it with my own.
Je suis le loup né de Mort et l'Amour.
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When a writer talks about their work, they're talking about a love affair.
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I reject your "pop culture" and substitute it with my own.
Je suis le loup né de Mort et l'Amour.
xo!
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one half of *ZombiesAteUs
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"My hand thinks I'm an artist, but my heart knows i'm a poet." -Bright Eyes
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When a writer talks about their work, they're talking about a love affair.
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