burned and ashed. my eyes are grey and i cant stand the thought that i left you. how could this be?
now a recent journal entry:
6/12/2006
a puppet in your path.
get entangled in my strings and you'll
be lost forever.
love me or dont.
i wouldn't even care
i want your blood
your breath
your heart;
a living sacrifice.
Hormones racing;
and i couldn't even begin to think of a
time when i felt so scomforted by anothers words.
i tell you it doesnt matter, but it feels good
and even in the dark corners youve provided something i could cuddle up against
so continuously secured each minute i hear his voice.
i cant stand him.
silly me.
i hate waiting. stop.
stoping.
letting go and carrying on
to live this life; this day,
i need to make better of myself.
this
beat inside i can not contain
b/c i dont
even
know myself,
anymore.
lovely. <3
an old journal entry:
4/4/2006
Hey You;
my seductive smiling
secret,
my greedy indulgence.
backe here
i cant even see
you but please dont
be scared of me...
please dont think less
of me.
Weakness is tragic, tragic
isnt fate. <3<3
what i want what i see, what
we get. stop fighting, only me, and the sinless integrity. oh
what
i feel sin?