they say not to blame yourself for not knowing something before you learn it. naivety is its own bliss that allows you to live in a dream, the curtain over your eyes, the sheath over the blade. but what happens when you have to wake up; when you’re ripped from your dream into a waking nightmare? you’ve drawn the blade and shredded the curtain before my eyes revealing my sin as what it is, what it ... » Continue Reading
burn my skin when the lights go out. a reflection flashes from the window, and across your face. the haze of a dream, a grin in slow motion, low saturation glow. all i catch is the flash of white teeth. your smile is a mask, and words are just used to hide the lies strung between the lines that have been twice erased. it is all fear. but to who does it belong, me or you? » Continue Reading
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 ma » 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? » 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
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