"i'm better off alone than i would be in your arms."
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dear diary, today a new myself was born. i'm not scared to die or anything. just scared i'm losing my hold on heaven or hell (they're the same third-period english class anyway). why is it that the thing i've always wanted scares me the most? i live in a world where a tree is the parasite of kudzu, choking out the life before its first spring blossoms. the sound of choking doesn't sound too differ... » Continue Reading
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i love you, which is why i hate you so much now. it isn't fair, the way he looks at you under city lights in this ghost town. i'm starting to think you killed them. and i know it isn't your fault. there was really nothing we could do but meld into each other once again (and there's a reason we were never whole to begin with) but i'm still sick. i'm so tired of your name on her lips in his voice. i... » Continue Reading
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the cracks are starting to show in your mask. you're not the one i was meant to love- did i love you at all? you say you've known me since the day i was born, but last night you told me my favorite color was blue. the color of the bruises you gave me in place of birthday gifts and goodnight kisses. this house was never a home. it's funny- you didn't even notice when i was so fucked out of my mind ... » Continue Reading
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i'm a symptom and you're a fucking joke. keep laughing. the wound will fester and you know you can't stop it, so laugh god dammit. i'll get the two of us out of this alive if god fucking kills me. we'll be one just like we were meant to! i'll carve chunks of my own flesh to replace with yours until we're the fucking ship of theseus, baby. so burn this fucker to the ground, because neither of us ar... » Continue Reading
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i'm writing this instead of texting her. i've texted her three times and she hasn't answered. die maus kann schlafen. das is gut. ich kann nicht. (i tell myself that, anyway.) take me anywhere but here, love. take me where the stars shine away from highway lights, where the night is warm and the cicadas shriek with terror at what i become when i think of you. (should i text her again?) she's a di... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
it's been raining all day, and i don't know what to do. i stay in the shower far too long and watch the blood swirl down the drain, knowing i will never be clean as long as the water runs. the angel's words guide me to hell, but i wish for it. these days i know it's mud all the way down. i don't like to drive in the rain, even though i can't feel it in my car. it isn't a slippery road or the lack... » Continue Reading
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i want to see what your insides look like, if they're as rotten and filthy as mine- you know it all comes from the same place anyway, right? maggots and black mold, my teeth and your bones. i know it's illegal, baby, but don't worry about that. it was two years too late, a test of god against me. join me in the eternal fire and roast marshmallows upon a pitchfork. are we the devils we were warned ... » Continue Reading
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i don't know how to make you understand. i am not domesticated, my teeth sharp and my mouth foaming. i don't belong in a dog cage. for some dogs, it's comfortable, i'm sure, but i am no pet. your gruel tastes not of fresh meat. it makes me want to kill, kill, bite the hand that feeds and eat you alive. i will not fit into a harness or a collar. a werewolf is as much a man as a dog, is it not? » Continue Reading
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i was placed in a box, not at birth, but by upbringing. the box is much too small for the four of me. one clambers for desperate escape, another weighs us down into the murky black waters below, another cries for her mother. "i was placed in a box, too," says the weasel as i tell my story. "i love my box! my box has always felt like home; all my brothers are so warm and cozy!" my brother might bas... » Continue Reading
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i told myself i wouldn't do this again- that the distance was too much, that you weren't worth late nights at bus stops and sleepless flights. but you met my eyes- you told me how they tasted. really, my brother fell in love with you first- well, that's an incestuous metaphor, isn't it? backtrack, rewind. the three of me, three blind mausen- wir liebe dich, klein maus. aren't i a pretty pony with ... » Continue Reading
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i woke up in a place that wasn't my home and looked my death in the eye of a needle. pick a card and accept your fate as a smudge on the red asphalt. she was my home, it's true, and now i killed her. if i could go back, focus the sun and melt the ice i slipped on, if i could turn down the music a little lower and lie to the cops, if i could just stay when i should have gone or went when i should h... » Continue Reading
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