call me crazy,
but your eyes make me baby.

he makes me happy.
looking out windows at sunset.
eating fried plantains.
his head in my hands.

these are things
i am learning to love.

TheKid D A M: little tiny moves. bit by bit. thats how you learn
TheKid D A M: you can't learn a lifetime of knowledge in one run-through.
TheKid D A M: you only catch pieces. Like a dance routine or a song.
TheKid D A M: gotta take it line for line and learn it slowly.

Bitterer Schluck (8:22:19 PM): look. i don't mean to come on to you so strongly. sometimes i can't help it. i just find you to be amazing ( Read more... )

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"i hope you go rot in a pile of dog shit."
and i meant it.
when i said it.

because no one could have changed him.
and you're a fucking asshole.
for taking something good
and innocent
and beautiful.

and breaking it.

jódale.

i want to go to bed early.
and not have you haunt my dreams/
and my voicemail.

is it wrong
that i miss
your cigarette-ash hair
drunken giggle
and the pull of your hands
on my waistband?

sometimes lust and love
seem so close.

you should have had the fucking balls.
to tell me you liked her
and her.
before you fucked me.
bastard.

i'm sorry that i'm too happy for you.
i never thought that would be
my downfall.

my mind keeps skipping ( Read more... )