good to know if i ever need attention all i have to do is die.

Jul 19, 2005 19:33

maybe it's because i'm only 16 and dreams are made of the type of paper that can be seen through when slanted at a certain angle towards the sun and mottled with tiny rainbow puddles.
you see, it's flawed right from the beginning.

"this is not an attack." she's there, lying in a small puddle of what looks like blood and smells like raspberry sauce.
"my ears are still ringing. i didn't even hear what you said."
"don't tell me that," she whispers through tears, "don't pretend you didn't notice."

things spiral outward and then down and when nothing can get worse, everything does. a sip of champagne with friends to shards of a flute piercing through thin skin. there's a list of things to do in crayola washable marker. there's too many things to think about and to say that would totally kill this moment.

"i still love you."
"i know you do. i know you do."
the barrel is still hot. "i'm sorry."

things could never be better than this.
one sound and another.
shattered picture frames are cliche but everywhere.

"yeah. i am."
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