

Rotterdam HarborI'm nauseous, you know. Just so you know. I'm used to writing in Times New Roman now. It feels nice and normal and natural. I'm sitting here and I'm going to write an essay or something or whatever it is that's due tomorrow at 12:45PM on the dot, except unless my professor's late. She is sometimes. How am I supposed to move on with my life when I keep seeing these things? Your envelope is under my desk on the floor. It fell there the other day. I feel so guilty. It was so much easier to harbor all the guilt and ache before. I mean, I felt tremendously guilty for a few monRotterdam Harbor


Little Spoon's EmptyI am isolated; you're alone too Although you are alseep right next to me But I am wide awake right next to you I see you hiding; love's a transparencyLittle Spoon's Empty
Yes, me and you, we're two of a kind Two different names, but lonely the same I'm your mirror image - trust I'm not blind I know what you entail, I share your shame
Let's fight that fang-toothed monster together For I'm aware he plagues and feeds us both Remove our daggers, hold onto each other Little Spoon, I know what scares you the most
Still your eyes closed, you're curled up next to me Hiding


Bobby's Worldand the games that we play you think they are just games just fun and laughs and giggles and shits and your eyes open wide when I speak the words 'cutters but no skin, cutters but no razors, cutters but no veins!' and you laugh hysterically at my blunt statements.Bobby's World
there are cutters and blood and scissors but no relief there are pills and popping but no ecstasy, no high no eyes open wide, no sweat down your face, no wild thoughts. here in this world there is food but no anorexia, no obesity here in this world there are issues but no problems.
in this place that we


So Many Ways to Sayokay. so today I exhale and say "I'm gay" and my mom says, "THANK GOD YOU'RE NOT PREGNANT!" (gasp) okay...So Many Ways to Say
and today I'm...proud even put on a bracelet or two,
(double head nod) okay.
today I'm interviewing for my passion, childcare. "Of course I'm qualified, what? The hair...?" (grasps hair, eyes follow imaginary person out the door) oh...okay.
so today I'm a volunteer knock, knock, knock, "Will you vote no on Prop 8?" The reply "I'm busy, but will you help my daughter with her bags? I'm late." (rapid head nodding) Okay!
well, today I'm


You Never Added Upzero - the number of dollars I had in my wallet that night 90 mph as I pulled up to your house 1 was the number of leaps it took me to clear the 3 steps to your waiting door two seconds tick by until I discover what youve done, two seconds only two seconds before I notice the scarYou Never Added Up
youve branded into your wrist with about 18 matches - my age at the time - black now. breathlessly unconscious for about 17 - your age at the time. indefinitely that scar will mar your body indefinitely - as certain as it is ingrained in my brain infinite was the amount of love I had for


You Have Yourself to Thankfor etching yourself in front of my eyes for all the months I've kept my tongue for the longing I fight for the urges I shunYou Have Yourself to Thank
and how can I handle walking behind you when it feels more fit to faint
and how can I go on lying, living, without you pumping through my veins
and if I thought it wouldn't help you I'd dare not make a move I don't take breaths
without confirming that they reach you
leave your clothes at the door the sweat is enough and if my hand finds nothing to hold on to your breathing next t


It's Only Once Upon a Timelying in my exhaustion-induced death - yes. I dreamt of you. not as I did, or often do, but as a release, slumbering mind set afire a catharsis of that immature desire I dreamt of you. not as I did, or often do, but as a tale put forth from my entire soul singed at its outer limits, yes, my tale of letting go. and as I dreamt these thoughts askew, past my now-clear eyes they flew - the words wasted the lips not tasted my effort, my obsession my pillow stained with adult confession. I did. I dreamt of you. however, not with the depiction my brIt's Only Once Upon a Time
thanks for the fave again. : D
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Argue for your limitations,
and sure enough,
they're yours.
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I don't have enough time to thank all the people for favs and stuff on their pages... so please be patient and don't get angry
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Devil On My Left Shoulder, Angel On My... Oh... Shit. Er... Where Is My Angel!?
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If your Irish, come down to the parlor! *Sings*
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