longer days.I wanted to reach past the chemical induced sleep fits and tear this cancer from your ribcage and lock it away in my television where bad things and heart strings can no longer hurt you. You think I am crazy and you love me but secretly you wish we'd never met and today I won't argue with you if you were to say it out loud. Today, maybe, is our day to shine but no one told us and so we will waste it eating half-empty plates full of nothing that will make us happy and we will talk about what might have happened if this had been our day.longer days.
These creatures are the cult that follows our shadows and sometimes our thoughts and they laugh
Contusion.And I still manage to click the wrong page. To say the wrong thing: nothing at all.Contusion.
I manage to care too much, take it too hard. Sleep too little. Think about you.
The coffee is long cold and you're staring at the wallpaper. I'm sorry; I'm not so fascinating. I won't be the girl with the yellow eyes keeping you up all night. I'm not the one with the red sex heels catching your eye across the street. I'm not the girl you're fucking behind the baseball diamond
A fickle divine.Yesterday you told me you loved me, and I caught a firefly.A fickle divine.
Glow, glow.
It strayed into my hair, and I captured it in my hands. I was captivated by it; it was held captive. And we lay back and waited for shooting stars. You saw two during the same night, once. I thought I saw one, as I looked into your eyes.
Right then your eyes were the brightest things in my world, and they lit up the sky, my life. And there you are, in front of me. Glowing star.
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Fractures.Break to the point of tear trails and chewed lips, the taste of blood still fresh in your mouth. It tastes of rust and metal and salt; you called to the ocean. "My soul!" you cried. "My love?" Long gone.Fractures.
Gone; and you didn't have to tell me you would fail to return. Always failing at something. Sympathy. Goodness. Life.
You did not want to think of what could have been, anymore; the possibilities driving you insane and over the edge with your body falling after yo
Sorry About The SunPlease help me lose my apetite.Sorry About The Sun
Every other day is like cold coffee and I can just taste my own spit swirling around inside of it and knocking against the inside of the cup like
a kidney stone. On the other days I try keep in mind the fact that it'll pass.
Colour Me, ChangedI'm looking in a mirror and I can't stand what I see. I take a pair of scissors and I cut, cut, cut, my hair away. Now it's all uneven and I'm still feeling the same. Getting out the dye, and mixing colours all around. Intoxicating. Scrub, scrub, scrub the dye all out and wash the bad away. Look into that mirror again, a million colours of disarray. I don't like what I see again, my eyes are telling tales. Paint them with lots of black, make them go away.Colour Me, Changed
You come in and shake your head as I'm sitting on the floor, "You pretty girl, what have you done? I don't think I can love you anymore
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There comes a time when you look into the mirror and realize that what
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We become attached to what's familiar, and sometimes we hold onto things that are safe and predictable, even if they are bad for us.
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We become attached to what's familiar, and sometimes we hold onto things that are safe and predictable, even if they are bad for us.
Love,
Em
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We become attached to what's familiar, and sometimes we hold onto things that are safe and predictable, even if they are bad for us.
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Love always,
em
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We become attached to what's familiar, and sometimes we hold onto things that are safe and predictable, even if they are bad for us.
Really, I appreciate it<3
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We become attached to what's familiar, and sometimes we hold onto things that are safe and predictable, even if they are bad for us.
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I'm wearing sleeves on my heart for you.
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I'm wearing sleeves on my heart for you.
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