Sunday, August 29, 2010

revealed

I don't know what to do about you not wanting me sexually.
I live for the brief moments just before bed when your lips are searching for mine.
I don't know how to handle the fact that you tell me little fibs.
You're right when you think that I judge you according to my past because you lie to me like he did, regardless of whether your intentions are remotely the same.
A lie is a lie, and I will blatently drink in front of you everytime, because it is never worth the lie.
I'm jealous of your addiction, only because I want to be your addiction.








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Location:in my head

Saturday, August 28, 2010

secretos

Je déteste ma vie.

Ní mian liom go dúisigh. Riamh.

Życie nic dla mnie.

Anda tidak dapat membuat saya ingin tinggal.

Ik kan niet worden gered.

Just let go.



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Location:Μυστική θέσεις

unwrapping




The mysteries of me, unwrapping carefully for the world to see. Save your song and dance; give only simple truth and honesty. Pay no attention to the words dripping echos from my lips, spinning cotton candy wisps effortlessly. Catch yourself holding on momentarily to the delicious exctasy. Close your eyes. Don't look my way as I'm thrust through the currents, carried away into reality. Dusty benches where lovers played their games, paths that bear no sign of tread, all rusting from the rains of my tears. Spring arrives to bear her mark of beauty, but I remain lifeless.

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Location:long ago

looking




I am looking for you, are you looking for me?
Your soft lips glazing my neck and face until they find their happy place.
I am hiding from you, are you looking for me?
Search in places you wouldn't expect. Lost places. Search for lost faces.
I am looking for you, are you hiding from me?


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Location:in hiding

Sunday, August 22, 2010

hiding me

Is it so difficult to be me? Happy or unhappy, something is always too much. Keeping my thoughts to myself and quietly being me, or speaking my mind, each outcome seems the same. Rejection kills me. What I view as natural seems over the top for most.


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