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A good lover will $#%@ you up for life
02/01/2018 08:49 a.m.
It got brutal overnight,
and I can’t stop writing about you.
I find familiarity the most likable,
though. Because everybody loves
a bleeding heart,
as long as it’s not theirs.
It’s not even that bad,
I just make it out to be.
Taking inspiration from the past,
making it my bitch.
It’s been over for years,
but resurrecting ghosts
is a lot more fun
for everyone else,
when it’s not their spirits
I think of you fucking her
under a dark blood moon.
I think of you in ways I would never tell you,
all soft and innocent, not the man
who single handily used his spit
as grease, a face that sought out the
middle of my legs
like a spiderweb.
You are the king
upon a throne of shit.
Hey, tell me, how do you really feel?
Because I can still press my tongue
against the roof of my mouth
as you slip silently
beneath our sheets.
And I can still see you as mine,
before you admitted
you didn’t want to be.
This is insane to me.
11/21/2011 06:34 p.m.
“Times your poetry has been read: 69,092”
I know this statistic probably pales in comparison to some on here but I am still amazed that it is that high for me. Thank You.
I think Pathetic is worried about me.
11/09/2011 05:42 a.m.
I know my words lead you to believe otherwise, but I'm actually pretty satisfied with life. The moments when I'm irritated, angry or somber end up here. Pathetic is a great outlet, Life is the place to be happy.
I think this is my way of saying, don't worry followers. I don't slit my wrists. <3
I am currently Happy
01/08/2011 08:48 a.m.
Reporting for duty.
There's never anybody online
11/13/2010 12:17 p.m.
When i sign in, drunk at 4am. I ask you.... Why?
10/28/2010 06:09 p.m.
Haven't been around much but people still steadily comment, and for that I thank you.
06/24/2010 05:59 a.m.
Thanks.. Never too late for thank yous, right?
01/02/2010 08:43 p.m.
So today is a palindrome. That’s pretty cool.
Since all we do is fight (and I don't know how to fix that) this
12/30/2009 08:02 a.m.
Full Title: Since all we do is fight (and I don't know how to fix that) this is how I want to make up from now on.
Let’s just both forget about it and NOT have to talk about it the next day. Because at this point the one thing I am tired of is talking, tired of emotions and feelings. Is this unlady-like of me? I don’t care. Honestly, I just want to love, and to be loved, and to feel that love. And a good solid fuck to seal the deal would be nice also.
I am being completely honest with you.
The things that aren't here anymore
12/20/2009 09:11 p.m.
We are the things that aren't here anymore.
We are cold palms
and blue fingers,
we are the winter.
We are all the good things about us
that I can't seem to remember anymore.
Or maybe, it's that I've chosen to forget.
We are harsh words and failure.
We hug with no warmth, we live our hollowed love,
and we do it so well.
We are early morning goodbyes.
"Love, I love you.
But our love has died."
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