holding on until we're both in hell to tell you how i feel

if god's real he should know that i need to be looked after. believing that is letting my own desperation show. heaven is a blindfold where i can't see you but i'll never tie it. or is it my fingers that are shaking? you only see me when i abide by your own idea of heaven. give you hell cause you want it. 

yeah that longer post i said i would post isn't happening tonight sorry. i'm not passionate enough to ignore my bedtime. i wrote all of these a long time ago but i found them in my notebook now. i can sit here and critique my own writing all day, but i mostly hate how much i say 'i' and 'my.' i don't know if show don't tell is really applicable here because it's kind of all 'tell' by default but i still think i should apply that sentiment. expect more illiteracy soon. 

xxxx Lk