AngelicIts as though your words replay. I don't remember when you said them, but the venom in your voice stayed with me. You tried to hide your obvious distaste for me, but it shone so brightly. You never were a good liar, though you were so convinced no one ever caught on. When I touched you, you winced. I have never hurt you, though sometimes I wish I had. The pain you caused, I remember it and know I could never deal a blow as strong as that. But then again, I don't want to make you feel like me. I loved you with all of my being, my beautiful sociopath. My abusive and manipulating boy. How I love the way you use me.Angelic
And of cour
GaspingStay still, I'm frightened if we move the moment may be ruined. The color play in your eyes, green on grey, is utterly enticing. Not a romantic interest or yearning, more of my urge to hold you face in my hands and kiss all the hurt away. Soft kisses of a friend, of one you trust with your soul. I'm watching all of you now, you still haven't spoken. In this candle light your skin is such a lovely olive tone, your hair crimson and brown. Your lips are framed and filled with a deep red, sensual in the slight tremor on the bottom one. A little quirk of yours I've always noticed. Your limbs are angled in a comfortable way for you, and so elGasping
Sweet SacrificeIt's true, we're all a little insaneSweet Sacrifice
But its so clear
Now that I'm unchained
Flipping through the pages of my journal, my mind keeps reeling me back to you. So many bits of information piled together, and rather than being confused, something clicked in my head. It makes sense, and it scares me.
Fear is only in our minds
Taking over all the time
Fear is only in our minds
But its taking over all the time
Your whole persona changed from how I used to view you. So blindly I trusted you, I never questioned things that left so many to be asked. Your half answers and unfinis
Like YouStay low Soft, dark and dreamless Far beneath my nightmares and lonelinessLike You
I'm counting down the days, staring at the phone. Your seven digits replay in my head, and it feels unnatural not to have them dancing on my fingertips. The plastic feels real to me, heavy in my hand, but the situation is far to surreal.
I hate me For breathing without you I don't want to feel anymore for you
Chewing my lip I caress the numbers, wishing I had the nerve to apply pressure. Even the slightlest bit, and maybe I could speak to you. A stupid idea, from a naive mind.
Grieving for you
Fourty Three Cuts- All for YouFourty three cuts on a rhythmic wire; idly dancing by the sea shore. Evermore the ringing bells that follow with the ocean swells to consume and digest my morbid apathy. Frolic and play with me anyway; though blood and bone broken too bitterly for you to understand nor care of this dismay.Fourty Three Cuts- All for You
Fourty three cuts and a bouncing ball; idly dancing by the sea shore. Give unto me a melody so we might beg for sympathy from the wandering soulless crowds. You'd never know the song we'd sing for it's notes would be too low. But how could you care with yo
Twisted FolliesPerhaps it wasn't enough to wander the streets with a smile on my faceTwisted Follies
and flowers on hand,
boasting a romance I wish was truely my own.
I can dream that there's nothing wrong with me,
that there's nothing to be hidden: No lies.
It's all bullshit, and I'm drowning in it.
To think that I can have more for myself was a foolish dream:
A fading thought oft reserved for the foolish and underaged.
But here I am,
amidst a crowd who look at me with confusion,
just as lost and dumbfounded as they.
"Who is that?"
"She's older than us."
"Stupid bitch."
Tulips, Two LipsTulips, two lips, to remind me, to rewind me to a marigold sun setting in the pale blue sky. And in those emerald eyes lies a love in disguise as mere friendship and care. But I knew the feeling was there from the moment you beared your two lips, tulips, to my own.Tulips, Two Lips
And as I wander steadly through the night and ponder what is wrong and right who would think I'd struggle and fight for a lover with such unrelentless might? I sing and dance throughout the street with little regard for who I meet and still I find that when I speak your name
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Neutral
You have a gift for words.
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"There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall."
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