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addict.this is silly. i am trying to inject my feelings into you like heroin. and it's more like peer pressure.addict.
"just take it."
but you do not want to. you do not want this poison in your veins. you learned how to just say no. just say no to love.
i am the addict in this brutal scenario- i got loveholics anonymous meetings every thursday at eight. "you better leave with your heart in your chest not on your sleeve."
but i never do. i got syringes in the car and my stupid fucking pediatri
by ~endless-fever
hurt.by ~endless-fever
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probably is not yeshere is a picture of us cutting through the red tape that is poetic language. i think i lied, i don't want you to care for me, but i do want you to remember me. you shouldn't ask me how- you say you will, but it is more judicial if i ask you how.probably is not yes
i want you to remember me as a beautiful girl though i've never been beautiful, the person who has loved the hardest in the history of the world, with you as her object. i might be a headlong disaster on two legs but i wish it were something in my heartbeat which could help you stay alive. i wish a dream were enough, but i know it isn't. i don't know how you are to remember me when i do
by *ohsostarryeyed
what i forget to saylet me tell you something, dear-what i forget to say
i hate my knees the same way that elephant ankles draw false attention,
the very same attention that means
nobody ever sees into the hearts of feral children or the music they still feel and breathe
i spent the whole of may trying to change the shape of my lips because they are not a mirror of yours
the reptilian love i
can never own is the
only thing i will not give to you past that, you can have my everything
and i pray that is enough
by *ohsostarryeyed
I'M SHOUTING OVER STATICIF I COULD SCREAMI'M SHOUTING OVER STATIC
I WOULD TELL YOU MY LIFE STORY
LOUD ENOUGH TO BREAK THE BIRDS
WE WOULD MAKE LOVE THROUGH NO MORE THAN LOOKING IN EACH OTHERS' EYES AND THE SOUND BARRIER WOULD
BLEED BENEATH US BECAUSE WE HOLD TOO MUCH IN OUR POCKETS IT'S LIKE BAGGAGE,
A CACTUS-IN-HIDING RIDING OUR SPINES
I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE FLOWERS THEIR STEMS ARE AS BROKEN AS OUR BACKS I AM SORRY FOR THE INTERRUPTION BUT WON'T YOU HOLD MY HAND
I HAVE NEVER TOLD YOU HOW I CAN'T SLEEP OR HOW I SEE YOU FINDING ME ON A BENCH IN BOSTON BUYING ME FLOW
by *ohsostarryeyed
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