i am so sad
simply put.
life, at its greatest for me, is always fragile. delicate. BREAKABLE. but i fight. oh how i fight. to keep it all together, so fake, smile, nod, pretend for you. and the inside. the inside is grimy. the inside weeps at things that are inevitable. age. age on the corner in a new tan cardigan. eyes so drooping, you're squinting at the sun. decay. this earth. this city. we're fooling ourselves thinking that everything is ok.
today lousiana sent news that the future of our country is in limbo. today lousiana sat down at her new mahogany desk, bought in texas with your blue blooded money and she wrote a long nervous letter to the nation. who said i like right angles this is not my home. these are not my rules. today lousiana sat down and wrote out, in her scratchy soggy writting a letter for us. it wasnt much. a few words.
YOUR INGORANCE IS ABOUT TO GET THE BEST OF YOU.
today i sit here thinking this. she's right. and now, my anticipation for the end is getting the best of me and i feel the need to confess to everyone whos lives ive ruined.here you go: i wont kid this anymore....
my twin: you are my life. i cannot articulate words that will have meaning right now but you know this.
these keys are getting harder and harder to hit.
ive done someone wrong, and she knows who she is. and shes reading this and thinking in her head that i have no reason to be sorry becasue im a fucking monster.
here: know this. im walking away. im GUILTY. im done with this. and another one of those that are causing you pain called to tell me that shes not. shes staying. becuase to her, 10, or 20, or and hour between the sheets is more important that fucking someone heart up.
IM SORRY.
i dont know what else to do. but you have my apology. i would give you my heart if i could, so that you wouldnt have to keep the bruised one you havein your chest, but i fear, it is all the same. they are all the same.
life, at its greatest for me, is always fragile. delicate. BREAKABLE. but i fight. oh how i fight. to keep it all together, so fake, smile, nod, pretend for you. and the inside. the inside is grimy. the inside weeps at things that are inevitable. age. age on the corner in a new tan cardigan. eyes so drooping, you're squinting at the sun. decay. this earth. this city. we're fooling ourselves thinking that everything is ok.
today lousiana sent news that the future of our country is in limbo. today lousiana sat down at her new mahogany desk, bought in texas with your blue blooded money and she wrote a long nervous letter to the nation. who said i like right angles this is not my home. these are not my rules. today lousiana sat down and wrote out, in her scratchy soggy writting a letter for us. it wasnt much. a few words.
YOUR INGORANCE IS ABOUT TO GET THE BEST OF YOU.
today i sit here thinking this. she's right. and now, my anticipation for the end is getting the best of me and i feel the need to confess to everyone whos lives ive ruined.here you go: i wont kid this anymore....
my twin: you are my life. i cannot articulate words that will have meaning right now but you know this.
these keys are getting harder and harder to hit.
ive done someone wrong, and she knows who she is. and shes reading this and thinking in her head that i have no reason to be sorry becasue im a fucking monster.
here: know this. im walking away. im GUILTY. im done with this. and another one of those that are causing you pain called to tell me that shes not. shes staying. becuase to her, 10, or 20, or and hour between the sheets is more important that fucking someone heart up.
IM SORRY.
i dont know what else to do. but you have my apology. i would give you my heart if i could, so that you wouldnt have to keep the bruised one you havein your chest, but i fear, it is all the same. they are all the same.