(no subject)

[twiztiddedclown]

so unaffectionate
so insecure
you claim to know a thing or two about heartache
and what it's like to have your insides torn out
and i believe you
i see it every time your pallbearer's pallor is obscured by the darkness dancing across your face
and when the blackness veils your eyes in pain
i know what its like
when memories make you wince and love letters read like obituaries
and photo albums are the books of the dead
i need no reminders
no more reminders
i'll forget the past and lay it to rest
i'f i had my way i'd cut the calluses off your breaking heart if i could get past the sternum
cauterize those wound with every kiss i could give to you
i'm holding your heart in my hand - the reason it still beats
am i being too cryptic?
am i being too obscure?
love kills, romance is dead and i don't even trust my self anymore
but i love you and you can pull my wings apart
and pin me down under glass until the end of days if it can help you discover
that we share the same pain
i just hope that you write your theisis before your subject is dead
no life after death