I don’t do things or not do things to seem “different”, I don’t do things or not do things because I choose to do them or not do them.
I just want to know who the fuck "A" is.
I’m sick and when i’m not sick i’m tired. I’m sick and tired of all this. I’m constantly losing myself in these endless good nights. I swear your late night phone calls are keeping me reluctant and depriving me of why I could never get it right. Every night is a wasted conversation lost on you. This is a test of my patience. I can’t escape all the things...
Sometimes living a life of lies is better than living a life full of nothing. Ironic isn’t it? For soon some distance will stretch what’s between our lips. But until then the day is losing light so let’s lay here tonight. Bring me your love, tonight.
Because we’ve all heard this before. I’m trembling and i’m drowning in my tears. I thought i’d look around and find you somewhere in here. You’re no where to be found and you’ve left me stranded to find my own way out, when you were the one who led me in here and drove me about. You sugar coated more than you should have and I actually decided to rebuild my...
Some people think i’m annoying. Some people think i’m flirty. Some people think i’m stupid. Some people think i’m ugly. Some people think i’m disgusting. Some people think i’m a liar. Some people think i’m a drama queen. Some people think i’m a bitch. Well, I wonder what the hell you some people think of your damn selves.
You’re lingering the savannah for something unique hell something beautiful. Your eye reacts quickly. Is it fun hanging girls on your wall? Pinning their palms and feet. It’s sorta like a butterfly collection but even better. You catch the beautiful creature with your traps and take it back home for analyzing. You produce what you can and you take notes. Your camera is your best friend at that...
As i’m skinning your perfect body you scream. Your blood for some reason doesn’t drip but floods. My body is twitching and as I brake past your ribs your legs start kickin’. You’ve always been told you were beautiful and no doubt you are but as I raise your heart to the celling you get a glance of who you really are. There’s nothing but blood. Nothing else. Nothing else.
You’re sitting around on your ass lingering and doing nothing but wasting your time. You’ll sit there and type about how “cool” your life is and how you’re “living the life” but all hands on the table you’re miserable. If you weren’t you wouldn’t be reading this.
You passed right by me like a hurricane. I didn’t expect you and as soon as it got hotter outside you appeared through the corner of my eyes passing right by. No one warned me such a beautiful creature lurked on hot days and I for sure didn’t hear Tim Smith say. I watched as your body unraveled and I watched as your muscles tingled. Gawd you passed right by me like a hurricane.
My mind starting wandering off to the beautiful world of make believe. My heart felt so full I swear it could of nearly popped but what kept me walking was the beautiful sound of your voice. As I ventured through you led me to and through so many views great gawd and the second I saw you I knew I had to have you. Problem is.. I woke up and I realized there will never be a us.. hell there wont...
I’m reaching out and I just can’t seem to feel you. I’m all caught up in you and I have my knife and I swear i’ll cut through. You might be a delight but you sure don’t taste it. I know you say you’ll be here anyways but I can’t seem to find you. I’m reaching out and it’s like laying down with your hands reaching for a cloud but baby...
I can see your rib cage but sadly I can’t see a heart. It’s nice to know your “from the heart” texts were all just a trap for mine to feel warm. I might just be another wide eyed girl but i’m not desperately in love with you, so as I stitch you back up i’ll spit in your holes.
You can tell me you’re sorry but we both know that’s what I wanna hear. You don’t have to sugar coat your sentences in order for me to understand where you’re getting at. I can see your tracks by the way. You’ve said you’ve only done this once before but baby I can smell her right away. This is what you like don’t you?
Anonymous asked: what excuses do you make?
I hope you know what you are doing.. to yourself, to yourself.
All this time I was wasting my time hoping you’d come around and scratching all my flaws out. This whole time I watched the summer turn into fall and not only did I feel the leaves but I saw your ever lasting braw. You wouldn’t even look my way, yet you led me to believe I was your only one and you captivated my dreams and stashed them under where you lay. One day as I was...
And I love you even though I know I can’t have you. Your weary voice keeps me reluctant and your tidy hands keep me strong. My skin is stained with your fingertips, I no longer need soap, for your marks are memories. I love you even though I can’t have you, and the funny thing is I can’t stand you. I’ve woven your every tare and I can’t believe I held you on top...