the result. something low impact.
deleriously trying to create a name. an event. a martyr. a victim. for the history books.
on the eve of 25. maybe a footnote at best.

i wish one day it would get easier to breathe

i was in love with you or the very idea of you from the moment we first met bathed in christmas lights and subtle glances i knew you would stay. we made out for hours and you said you were going to go so this would last a little longer and you did and it did....the following day i left you asleep in my bed and went to work...a text to say how ( Read more... )

the things we do to not be alone
are deplorable at best
and here under the chest
between the ribs
the heart is bleeding
to be alone
like the rest

if this is what dying feels like
by God I'm ready
hand in foot
foot in mouth
I'm ready

and i'm writing it down
in time for the new year
and i'm telling the truth
every word is a broken bone
every time is blood lost
and i'm feeling sick
you and i
you and me
we
he
she
it
did
it
you
made me
do
it
and i'm calling for help
and the line is dead
if i finish

what we do behind close doors ( Read more... )

a work in progress.

Don't you tell me to deny it I've done wrong and I want to suffer for my sins
I've come to you 'cause I need guidance to be true And I just don't know where I can begin What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feeling like a criminal

an even exchange in theory ( Read more... )