Tuesday, April 28, 2009

i fucking love:

"and I realized that then you were perfect
with my teeth ripping out of my head"

part one partners we're squares back at square one

"Will you step out from behind that brick wall"
"okay"
"Don't go"
"okay"


He doesn't look at me. He doesn't look like me.

Monday, April 27, 2009

means by mean

“When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.

Praise God for those two insomnias!
And the difference between them.”

Saturday, April 25, 2009

past life, I promise

I don't know why. That word breaks my heart like no other. I was never worth the pleasure of this poison. I didn't even compare.



I do apologize. I needed to touch something alive.

forever

"I always kinda sorta wish I'm someone else"


When I was fighting to stay alive
I just wanted to curl up and die

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Bukowski days

I think everything is beautiful.
It's my favorite word and
I have it tattooed on my body as
a permanent reminder.
But if you tell me I'm beautiful
I will think you are lying
or that there is something wrong with your
beautiful eyes.

Monday, April 20, 2009