Bone Dry. Drug High. Just Under Your Faceless Smear.
I should be sleeping but feeling creative. A little too excited thinking about my weight loss & Dan. ||sighs||. I've been looking at my old journals alot lately....weird the things I write. So abstract & yet I know exactly what it means.
i think about you, and it makes me feel warm again. i feel sick; it wasn't what we thought should happen. i would never give that up. every night a memory complicates my forgiving. do you want to forgive me too? we're all i need. pop this bottle...and all these broken bones.
late march
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i know it doesn't matter to you, but i don't open up myself to many people. i've never let myself get as comfortable in someone's arms as i did in yours. you were the 1st person i really believed in ((when you said you'd never give up)). there's lots of things you don't know about me; things i chose to hide away in me. i know you would hold them against me in the end of things. you hurt me in the worst possible way. and the things i didn't tell you shape my unforgiveness towards you.
.lov.e is like a role t.ha.t we pl.ay
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you could see me falling; all you did was take away from me. and i used to believe in us, syncopated breathing the same air, feeling the same skin. there's something about me not wanting to know you. you're not worth this. funny how it turns out this way.
"a conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking."
perhaps <3 is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of pain. like a fire when it's cold outside or the thunder when it rains.
she never did cry. she was too hurt to cry. you know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating just the same.
i think about you, and it makes me feel warm again. i feel sick; it wasn't what we thought should happen. i would never give that up. every night a memory complicates my forgiving. do you want to forgive me too? we're all i need. pop this bottle...and all these broken bones.
late march
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i know it doesn't matter to you, but i don't open up myself to many people. i've never let myself get as comfortable in someone's arms as i did in yours. you were the 1st person i really believed in ((when you said you'd never give up)). there's lots of things you don't know about me; things i chose to hide away in me. i know you would hold them against me in the end of things. you hurt me in the worst possible way. and the things i didn't tell you shape my unforgiveness towards you.
.lov.e is like a role t.ha.t we pl.ay
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you could see me falling; all you did was take away from me. and i used to believe in us, syncopated breathing the same air, feeling the same skin. there's something about me not wanting to know you. you're not worth this. funny how it turns out this way.
"a conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking."
perhaps <3 is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of pain. like a fire when it's cold outside or the thunder when it rains.
she never did cry. she was too hurt to cry. you know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating just the same.