Mar 19, 2009 10:10
have you ever been burned
or stained the front of your shirt
i've tried to feel you the deepest way
i know how
i'm fighting my flesh
and you're hitting your head,
where will we go?
i said i'll deliver us from this dark place
but you want to stay, stay, stay
oh i'd live a bloomless life
peel back my bark and fade from sight
to care for a leafless lover
his hopeless home a cardboard sign
they make up rules to confine,
a bitter end with no finish line,
even tears won't scream
what I feel inside
A very sad cultural norm has been itching at me.
People say "I love you!" when they receive.
That doesn't make sense to me.
I mean, I've done it.
But I feel like it would be thruthful to say it when I give.
Nobody can buy my love and I don't want them thinking they can.
Movies have helped skew our perception.
It seems so cheap.
I'm addicted to catastrophe.
I just need a goal, I need something to conquer, I need to be with people who hurt, I need to hurt with them.
I need to soak in it.
Embrace is clairvoyance.
Just exhale next time.
Spit them all out and remember who you're trusting, if you're trusting. I hope you're trusting.
Sometimes I write really really long entries and delete the whole thing but remember the interesting words for later.
Sometimes I make myself look bad on purpose, I don't do that enough.
I don't like that I make you feel like vomiting.
I don't like that at all.
I appreciate the honesty.