if the angels watch our lives from above like a show, that would be the point in time they’d pin to be the best. the last. the part they replay to get a sense of soul tugging gaiety. they watch up until god violently rips us apart for years, before they go watch someone else. at least they have sympathy. it’s a minor annoyance, like the mornings coffee rings we leave on my table that i won’t find ... » Continue Reading
carve your name into my soul again as you lull me with your kind words you never seem to mean. is it okay if i puke on your shoes? i’m okay, it’s just withdrawal from severely breaking routine. later that night when we are at your place and you’re bleaching the white clean, you insist we get wine drunk. you first. you(drunk) suggest we make out. you think it would “be fun” but i hope it means some... » Continue Reading
(no, not with your mouth, the fuck? unless you want to…) i’ve always thought drowning would be a really good way to go. peaceful. wanna try? me, of course, not you. just hold me down, that shouldn’t be too hard, you already know how to do it. easy. easy as…die? oh wait, that's not it, ha, flip over the d. please? i’ll do anything…well, anything i can before i die. after might be tricky. whatever y... » Continue Reading
i wrote you a letter four months ago and buried it in the garden behind your house beside our dead rats grave. i thought it would stay there. i guess you could say that my optimism is fading faster than the illusion of you i held. i’m learning just how much of a monster you’ve turned into. the haze is gone. all i need is another reason to and i’ll dig it up in a dead-set mania. if you just say one... » Continue Reading
i put all my hope on your wings; i can never seem to remember your unreliable track record with me. you pick out what words you want to hear, whatever makes you feel good, then throw me off the ledge. toward the uneven rocks below, an instant, nauseating death. but you don’t let my brains expel all over the ground. don’t be mistaken, this is nothing short of a fallacious mercy. no, you barely gras... » Continue Reading
rsvp for ______, (here’s a hint: your name begins with a consonant. here’s another: we don’t talk.) i invite you to join me at your place, or mine, or anywhere. as long as there’s a party with no one we know, music and something that burns down in my stomach and the inside of my mouth. something to make me less anxious. less dull. less careful. less…just less. we’ll dance and we’ll dance, and i’ll... » Continue Reading
you’re the nicotine high of perpetual grievances. so strong that it’s nearly blinding and leaves me unable to move, but so short lived that it’s not even memorable. we always bump into each other at the worst of times. in hidden alleyways, out of lights reach, and do they try to reach. maybe it’s a coincidence. this is only the hundredth time this has happened. i swear it will be the last time i g... » Continue Reading
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