a few basic truths
Grace is ugly.
on the inside, with her mind and all her plans
she is so so ugly
and she is setting herself up for failure
tequila keeps you drunk late into the morning.
be wary of its uplifting intoxication
my phone should be taken from me when i'm drunk
i miss him
in all of his pierced anger
in all of the nights that i stayed awake watching him,
in his whiskey induced coma,
unwakable and unshakable
i miss him.
he would walk to the store and buy me food
knowing i wouldn't eat any other way
and he wouldn't eat at all
and i loved him.
even knowing, even pulling apart the pieces to the collage i made so long ago of all my sad little dreams
pulling apart the pictures that YOU TORE when you could not bear the thought of me loving another
crying and cutting and screaming and punching
and i still miss that dark haired fucker...
i miss him because he was my husband
and we loved each other
our world was FUCKED
and our relationship was imaginary
dysfunction working actively under the guise of ROMANTIC LOVE
there is no such thing.
just attachment. and loss.
i miss him.
on the inside, with her mind and all her plans
she is so so ugly
and she is setting herself up for failure
tequila keeps you drunk late into the morning.
be wary of its uplifting intoxication
my phone should be taken from me when i'm drunk
i miss him
in all of his pierced anger
in all of the nights that i stayed awake watching him,
in his whiskey induced coma,
unwakable and unshakable
i miss him.
he would walk to the store and buy me food
knowing i wouldn't eat any other way
and he wouldn't eat at all
and i loved him.
even knowing, even pulling apart the pieces to the collage i made so long ago of all my sad little dreams
pulling apart the pictures that YOU TORE when you could not bear the thought of me loving another
crying and cutting and screaming and punching
and i still miss that dark haired fucker...
i miss him because he was my husband
and we loved each other
our world was FUCKED
and our relationship was imaginary
dysfunction working actively under the guise of ROMANTIC LOVE
there is no such thing.
just attachment. and loss.
i miss him.