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Blood blocking my lips romantic when thinking about vampires and kissing and photography. The sore gleams and sparkles but provides no beauty or allure. I can't get the fruit there's a ghost right there. shake our bodies to lift our minds. For a moment I will never love like you. For a moment I didn't mind my face with all its imperfections. Go ahead first one to dance you had the nerve to never call me. I've gained weight, I can't help but think of my wish when I was in the bathroom barely weighing enough wishing that I wouldn't feel so weak...but now I feel more weak than ever, well maybe not, but I feel more vunerable. He can't touch me now though. I'm not boring, I just don't know what to say, when I have so much to say. I'm still human though, no I love it I love it. I could have been in a renaissance painting, I swear I swear, I would have posed nude for you. I think its tattered, go home. Tell me your thoughts tell me your thoughts on art, history, fairy tales, capitalism, warm mornings in the winter waking up to someone snoring that sweet snore. clavical, fuck say clavical, say clavical, say shadow, say turn around again, say turn around, I'll just shut your eyes and hope that my voice will guide you through. I tried french braiding my hair with my eyes closed, it was all bumpy and loose and tight and confused. I'm salted like stone. Dark eyes. Short eye lashes. lollipop, perhaps, but I better figure out how I'll salvage time lost. I'm such a child, I only like responsibility until I become bored with it. Clap clap clap. my hair did a funky thing babe. Fuck I touched you and tore apart your faith in physical emotional 6th sense love. Harbors wasted son. But you believe me when I'm gone. People do these things and say they're only human. Human likeness is only connected to shame. We are only human because we feel superiority and shame beyond any other. dred dreadful night to awaken to. I might not go to sleep for fear of never finishing my thoughts. my dreams are to impatient for me to catch up and therefore I never ever remember. my cheeck, my eye lid, my lips, what is to become of these once I forget about the meatball man and loving seth and visiting his grave and watching the building sway outside of heather's window? what will become of me? pink moon, I do remember you. The effort to not touch, and just to experience the full sense of sight, damn you tease. one good sexual thought takes at least 20 minutes. I want to say something really outrageous and not at the right time, and something not necessarily true but I want to say it because it feels right to say. I can't say that I agree with everything that you say. My words are beautiful they just are. language is so defined by our emotions and damn how my heart races. I broke my promise. But I will not do what I want to do. I will be stronger than surrender..and do what I'm supposed to do. Damn my desire for romance. For words that fit and make me disbelieve and believe all at the same time. You can't gurantee that I won't feel the way I do. In a coffee shop, in the city, and I knew right away. Secret lover agent man. Vanilla you did where? nobody knows it but you've got a secret. The being in love is even better than the falling. Vanilla fog, I'm being used by someone that I can't stop thinking about. Total agony. Right, age shows no remorse. Clip clock clip lock tick top. Bump bump bump. Why can't I control anything that is going on in my head. Taking more time than necessary to prepare for the unavoidable malfunction. Its not going to happen, accept it. whole life seemed ordinary. I just wanted to find the excitement in your taste, your charisma. I know I'm not what anyone is looking for, but I know something draws to me all of it, regardless of the acceptance for who I am. tear apart my hip bone, I want to be put together by you. Sure I want to believe that everything is alright. You always have that desire to have it fit and be complete but know that heartbreak is so envitable and the water falls. Fluorescent paint down down waterfall. Crackle throat, burn lungs, sting mouth, I'm thinking about raw meat and a 5 course meal. I want the fantasy connected with fairy tale woods and walks and talks and dreams. Struggle. There is an infinite calm before you drown. You drank your chai, I drank something else, we ate powder and memory. I want more than memory with you, but reality steals the wheel, I'm falling and twisting and swaying to the turns and twists and brakes. Drunk waltz, I cried when I went in there with you. You made me want to die so I wouldn't feel so ashamed. even dumbo flew without his feather. I should quit while taking this consideration underhand. Drink my water, calm my throat, love an idea, and possibly, just possibly, remember my dreams.