a new year
don't waste it.


regret itI could hear the neighbours’ kids just messing around like we were…regret it
and now I remember why I’ve never done that before because it’s too personal and too trusting
I trusted you to make sure it wasn’t just another something I would regret but now I do like I havn't in a very long time
Oh God, oh God, I feel sick don't you ever look at me again I swear if you ever lay a finger on me again I'll kill you with my bare hands how could you do this? didn't you know that this would happen?
it didn't mean a thing not on


ten step platformif I promise to be good and not shred every memory of you and I promise not to bite you and I promise not to make sure that you cry like I have and I promise, oh how I promiseten step platform
would you mind closing your eyes while I whisper twenty steps and point direction on a ten step platform?


twisted up in knotsand my stomach hurts as I see the words form on your lips tying itself in knots I keep telling myself to stop being so childish almost crying why, WHY does it hurt so much?twisted up in knots
and then I remind myself I fall in love with you so you can break my heart and I can do this to myself more often
then I fall in love with you again...


don't everyour voice surprised me and I think I would have preferred cold static to the language on the phone all I could hear was shallow breathing and calloused wordsdon't ever
like a slap (in the ear?) I put the phone down in a daze and sat on my bed for a few moments seconds minutes hours before picking up swallowing tears saying
I love you
&nb


QuicksandShould I take another step on you, let me sink. Pull me down and hold me. Then take my breath and let me die slowly, Alone.Quicksand
Then forget me and let me pass. Don’t let others step on you, Not one more. Then away; Walk.
If I take another step, kill me, Send me to a place without you, Where I have but a picture here in Hell.


one-one
You in that little
runaway dress, you make
new thoughts and then
watch them explode, I never saw
your lips like a line
when you concentrate;
break lipstops quick
to cringe: I smell
the kerosine, your pretty face spills talks upon the floor, relief comes while you press
your lovely self against the sore.
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