jdbj
American
I can never scramble up the proper words to describe myself in a short bio, we all like to believe we are indescribable, but truth of the matter is we change from day to day. And I don't plan to change my bio every day. I am just a guy, living life and breathing happiness. <3
It occured to me that our senses aren't in sync.
I know now that I don't share the same sights as you, we hear what we want to hear, and
our sensitivity meter is subject to the matter.
Arguments are a dime a dozen, just pick a time and place, rsvp is fairly predictable.
I want you and you say the same.
Apologies aren't necessary if you tell me with your heart.
I traded a few hours in a hotel room and nights in the arms of a stranger, just to fill
that void of that love I convinced myself I'll never deserve, the love I have now.
Despite what people may say, I've never felt deserving or worthy enough for another human beings undivided love and attention but I still fight for it.
Making as many friends as possible in any setting I find myself in, striving for attention and acceptance is always one of my main priorities.
My life as always seemed like a never ending masquerade ball, I always hide behind my
mask. Which is how I like it most days. Keeping my secrets to myself, concealing my past, flaws, scars and thoughts that I can never seem to put into words. Exposing them could result in rejection and abandonment, the polar opposite of what I wish to obtain.
I just can't help but feeling so filthy, unwanted, lost, confused, indecisive but most importantly in love.
Baths in acid couldn't wipe away my scars, even after the skin stretched over my bones has melted away, finding my exposed heart there beneath my ribcage beating just for you.
I'm ready to show my face.
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 2:01 PM UTC
So much can happen in so little time, but nothing ever does.
I'm constantly waiting for something bad to happen.
Secretly hoping to spontaneously combust,
they'll say "he went out with a bang".
But I never will.
Squeeze the thoughts from our heads until they're no longer ours.
Replicate our persona's based on books we have read.
Engrave our names on each others hearts and call it a work of art.
Rip the lungs from our chests and we'll share the same breaths.
Nobody wants to be alone.
Lock and load your eyes on what you have become.
Boost our ego's on our social networking status, as if that is a claim to fame.
Mirror your image in the perfect position, and we'll all forget our flaws.
Photoshop, edit/crop, click-and-drop, we'll all be Barbie Dolls.
****** into the latest trend, we forgot to make a name.
I heard the goal in life isn't to live forever, but to create something that will.
They'll say "he created a masterpiece".
But I never try.
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 1:51 PM UTC
We dream in rooms full of silence and smoke
Mumbling messages of former lives and things to come
Adopting new persona's and making patterns in the sky
The clouds look like faces that laugh at our disguise
Coffee stains and freezing rain to motivate our tampered hearts
Bring me to the sunrise, I'll start a brand new day
We'll leave behind the lives we've lost and forget about our scars
In my mind it all seems tangible but you tell me they don't exist
Fighting sleep with day dreams, while counting the goodbyes
Letting go of everything that is nailed to the ground
And each time you blow out the candles you will make the same wish.
Because I thought I felt the world turning, and you thought you heard me cry..
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 1:47 PM UTC