Feb 09, 2006 21:38
There is still damage to do. But god, since I wept for everything, I feel nothing. I only feel emotional when people say I'm emotional. As if I'm giving them exactly what they want, I'll perform for you, I'll leave my strength behind if you say if you say you want to be stronger. I could stop this catastrophe, born to a world that demanded perfection and performance. You should obviously know, I make many imperfect mistakes, and I get awful stage fright when I don't know what you want me to say. and I feel ignored, and I feel simplified by assumptions, but I never gave them any other reason to believe I'm more than what I appear. I just want to be able to dance in my room and feel alright with smells and sounds and feelings, but I can't here, and I'm losing my mind. 2foot cofin, my mother values photographs, my grandfather threw them away. Its not fair to be so isolated, and cold. I'm too way down, my want, my deep plunging want to please all, be very reliable. Eatable finger, missing digit, one two one two one two three four. Crown of souls spikes of stickiness. I just want to be your girl. I'm not any decent person, I've been tainted dull by t.v., my silence, and my fears. Removed, I am thouroughly removed from worldlyness. And you thought you knew so much about me. flows like phosphorus. What kind of name is steve, if I could only be more constructive with my feed back. Horns on my back, I'm just passing taken tones. You looked with pity, I was given the ultimate pity, I shrug my shoulders because I rarely understand what people really are about. I'm quiet for self-preservation, I swear. Some sacred place, I felt you and it was delicate, the movement of feeling. the only place you know I put my hand on, I tickle its warmth I feel its passion, but I can never get close enough to the warm gooey bleeding rock vibrating in your chest. Just think of me once few and far between. I would like to pain a painting but it seems boring done and underfelt right now. This rock heart plunks onto the grave, respect death and favor memory. Won't keep me warm, won't keep me calm, won't keep me will you? lack of inspiration, lack of hope, you won't be there to wake me up, I know. He renounced my love, well it just took so long to get through, but now I understand sorrow. I'd rather be a bitch than an ordinary broken heart. Grunt, squeel, I don't believe that I can be cured just tamed and only tamed. Sedated everything feels, to the touch I feel fuzzy blinked bright light, and we waltz and everything seems fine in foot steps and sweaty hands. I love how he says hello, fuck yeah he says, fuck yeah. oh honey, this can't be nananananananananananananananahhahananannaha. I play janis when I'm lonely and in the blues. Try try try try, and when everyone in the world wants the same damn thing. I want to work for your love. FUcking man, waiting by the phone, this isn't art, its repitition. Tomorrow never happens, and its all the same fucking thing. But I hope you realized, that waiting by the phone, makes me completely yours. Take time with me. why do you make me so black and blue? Baby, whoooohooo, if I could ever hold your hand you might understand that this is the last day of 364 and theres only so much more time left. Just play it cool like you always do. cool hand. Some people are awfully foolish, and I'm ready to be a fool in your arms, or god in your arms. This water of mine, takes a long time to heat up. Oh naked self, why do you shake your head the way you do? I'm pretty only in dreams and memories, I hardly find the time to be presentable for fear for fear dear. Proof of your love, will you pass or fail? all this time you're talking and I feel like I should be written into a screenplay as a screaming girl, I can't listen but only scream and fall into a pile of leaves and die. Think about a threesome of decadence. And please let me be yours I took some time looking over what shit I could endure. Thank you, for ruining my confidence, no really I did that, so thank me. This strange day, this strange light, I’ve gotta figure out how it works. Enjoy me, oh please do, I have a warm center, and sure I taste good. I was even told my lips were kissable and delicious once. So the week waddles its way, and I want to see it. I heard you on my wireless back in 52, lying awake intent and tuning in on you. Now I understand. I used to roller skate and dance in my kitchen to this song and just sting me, hell yes. I’ve gone too far. I really liked being alone in that way, where it was just me, just me one hundred percent just me. And yes I cried in the bath tub to myself wishing the loneliness would drain away. IF the air temperature changes, will we float, will we feel infinite, will we wave our arms in the wind create by a truck and a lovely radio song. I swear, we were infinite, I told him about that and he kissed me, oh boy did he. I felt ready to die, but boy did he kiss me. The boy who drove the shuttle said he really like my shirt/skirt, imagine that. I am your listener, and I’ll dress that way for you, oh god, I’ll be your everything. Its biology that I could go wrong, I could fall apart, I could be frail I could be easily taken back to everything I haven’t been. foot know, and sizzle me down. Swans and parkings tickets, liver and remote controls. Indent, outdent, I thought I could be fluent in beauty and happiness. I would be cunning I would be stylish I would be