BIG FAT WARNING: violence. Lots of it. Also, none of this is true, I just needed to vent.

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I've been docked at port far too long,
Watched you fall for every siren's song.
I'm jumping ship, mutineering to cut the mooring lines;
Tie me up and toss me overboard before I change my mind.

Let's weigh anchor; this ship has sailed.
I'm forsaking the Great White Whale.
I watched you drown the Titanic,
But I won't go down with this friendship.

The horizon ( Read more... )

Secret high hopes, unsent love notes;
Sex dreams, red strings - it means nothing.
Hits and misses, empty kisses;
Late-night phone calls - I took them all.

I waited year after year for you to come to your senses;
I wasted tear after tear, and yet this love is relentless.

Hard days, late nights; long talks, play fights.
Cuts healed, lines crossed; thirst  ( Read more... )

I'm over for a few hours: get my fix and use his shower ( Read more... )

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How long will you wait? Until I start to dissipate

Beyond the window panes? No one will recognize my face.

Remorse is always knocking on my front door.

Please don't waste my time with your desperation.

To all my sweethearts: I'm still in misery.

To all my family: don't pretend you miss me.

Inside my head, it's all asymmetry;

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You let yourself believe that I could be anyone, except for who I am inside;

Don't try to pin the blame on me when you're what inspired every lie.

I've seen better days, where I can sleep away all the pain and mistakes;

If it's all the same, I'll take my dignity with me to my grave.

If that was love, it's not enough for me;

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I’m losing screws inside my head - I am a mess.

I’m getting temperamental even at my best -

I’m losing my mind before my time.

I’ve met my match and I can’t take that.

I’m going crazy ‘cause he’s kept me up for days:

This morning, I found I’ve started to feel the pain

Of being on my dirty designer knees. I can’t take that.

He’s got ammunition - ( Read more... )

He asked me to stay this morning to drink his coffee and eat his cooking.

We slept in amid the clutter: all his dirty laundry and the books he won’t read.
Endearments (“Oh darlin,’”) in increments (“Oh sugar,”)

Made me stay with him this morning.

I’m not real sure what the future holds, but last night’s past is in the folds

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