I cannot stop it.
Moving to a different part of my life is advantageous.
I'd pawn my mother before a musical instrument, what does that say about me?
Life would be complete at the end of the strumming guitar. Little whistles show me I am your everything.
I fall in love with who you are, I want your hands touching mine.
Little spirals of hair, show me your God key. Listen to Jimmy Buffet.
If only you thought BBQs were gross, things would be perfect.
Little drips of water running down your back. Let me catch you and take you home.
I'm frightened and I'm so scared that your teeth are screaming.
I see your biggish hands, listening to you tell your innane stories on night-time talk shows.
People assume you're amazing, but I know behind those shiny purple lips there is something sinister.
Nothing that good is that easy. Legs spread, arms open. You're mine whenever. Not tonight though.
This is starting a whole new chapter. No one knows me. The pain is amusing. I could scream at it but I let it go. Whispers will save me.
Lonliness and sadness are parts of the package. There's really someone turning the grinder. I'm stuck inside of it and I want out. My feet are ground and stuck. I am nothing more than a part of the corporate swing, unless I break out into something better. I am delaying the inevitable. Some search and some swing. I am a swinger without a doubt. I give up on searches.
I will never save anything. I will never make a difference.
My friends will mourn the loss, but no one will realize the cost. I have 5 fingers, none of which will ever draw infinity.
Lost without a compass. My body is failing me now. I needed that for comfort. The end of tonight will be forever gone.
My stupid companion, you'll never keep up.
That girl knows how things are.
Paranoia is my life.
I wish I didn't wake up feeling panic.
I am hiding something important, the cold world has shut me out.
I see that look in your eyes, like you want to hurt me. You pass your fingers lightly over my heart because you know I will sting there soon. You want me to suffer and I smell it in your kiss. Your subtly surprises me with candid feelings of sadness and complacency. I wish I were better, but all I see when you look into my eyes is pity and sadness. I'll never be enough for you.
I wish that things were clear and flat, that I could be scraped off the floor. Forgive me.
Time is going slower now but days are getting shorter. My voice will tell a slow indifferent tale of procrastination and guilt.
Model of passion and death, I am falling apart. You can call me "troubled," unwound and unbound. Dirty and broken, I fall in to familiar habits faster than I could've imagined. I carry around a desire to vomit everywhere I go, at every moment of the day.
Someone come and save me. I no longer have the energy to save myself.
I can't take much more of this shit.
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