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Posted on:12/18/05 @ 01:20 am
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I grind my teeth at the thought of you, though at the same time my heart sings. I try to keep my head above the water, but you weigh me down. Suffocation, with all that hurts. Emotional break down, roller coaster, you'll never know what you do to me. Little things mean the most, when little is all you have. Add up all those little things and you rip my heart in half.
...nibbling on my finger tips, I'm almost down to the bone...
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Posted on:12/16/05 @ 11:47 pm
Subject: FUCK! I want what I want, when I want it!
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Mood: gloomy
Keep pushing and poking at a vase upon a table. Slowly it starts to get closer to the edge. Sure enough one finally poke will push it over, falling in mid air and shattaring upon the floor. Pretty little pieces, it's hard to repair. Maybe your love can be a super glue, mend the broken pieces. You always break me down and ware me out like the sole of your shoes. Yet everytime you restore me... almost to perfection... almost.
I need a cure for my temperamental side, but the cure you do not have. Subconciously you chip my paint, until the beauty is all gone. Where do you go where there's no one there to hold you in their arms... when you need that helping hand. The ear to catch your thoughts... and the one person to bring a smile back to your face, when all hope is lost?
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Posted on:12/11/05 @ 02:19 am
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Mood: disappointed
Music: Norah Jones
I wish I could control myself, but self control I do not have. When emotions take the wheel, it's like auto drive. I'm losing again this time. I hate to think that the grass might be greener on the other side. Perhaps it is... maybe there's sweeter honey, or a more beauitful butterfly. Look but don't touch, is always the moto. Does it still count if you catch that butterfly in a jar and watch it for hours? Becoming infatuated with the site and longing for a touch. Just a quick glace, a few small words... after awhile your glance becomes a hold... and a few small words turn into something more then one heart can hold. Two butterflys in the same jar, the lack of space makes for a pefect demise. One more beautiful then the other. The ugly one is jealous by the site of the new beautiful and adored butterfly. So it hides... her wings decay. Don't look like a butterfly now... more like a moth. Slowly, but surely... you'll forget about your decoposing butterfly... moth... find yourself adoring something new, something different... someone more beautiful... then the old butterfly in the jar. What do you do, what do you do... when this jar isn't big enough for two?
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Posted on:5/21/05 @ 09:39 pm
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Mood: crushed
if i were to die this very moment... i wouldn't feel any regret. i deserve to die. make me bleed.
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