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neboni-lalighmind
neboni-lalighmind
American i like to pretend i can write / sometimes it sounds decent / but mostly it's just the random thoughts that apperify / / / enjoy
I'll walk into my home smelling like cancer and tasting like death because I don't want you. I'm selfish. I want you to break up with me. I want you to be so disgusted by my habits that it breaks you down until you realize that I'm not going to wait for you to figure out that I don't need you. I need space and you're not letting me push you away. I need you to push away from me; break me apart so that I'll at least know you aren't incapable of feeling broken. I want you to leave me so I don't have to deal with you being broken because of me. I can't do it anymore. I've broken so many people, but for some reason I can't break you. So, I need you to break me.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
Smoking
maybe it's not what i'm saying but rather, what's not being said. perhaps you are more defensive, because neither of us are willing willing to break down willing to bow and respect maybe there was no sense of respect in the first place perhaps just perhaps we were not meant to be here. perhaps i am in the wrong place, at the wrong time and you are having an allergic reaction you are swelling and your breathing turns ragged your eyes turn red and everything hurts. maybe i should have listened to you. i should have stayed away. i went to you, and i thought i was being an adult. i thought i was making the right choice, but your actions are screaming otherwise. i walk in the room and your whole body reacts to me. you lean away, you stiffen, you are offended by my existence. maybe i am an enigma and you can't stand me, maybe i am nothing more than a blip on your screen. maybe we are not meant to be here and maybe i should just leave. would you miss me if i left?
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
maybe
Here's what's going to happen: I'm going to kick. I'm going to scream. I'm going to hate you. I'm going to want you to cave and let me near you. I'm going to cry because you know I can't be near you, because I have Lost My Way; and I will hate you. I will fight. I will yell. I will be so stubborn, you'll wonder who this person even is. It is of utmost importance though, that you keep your distance. Be with me, but keep it during daylight hours. Don't let me descend into myself, I will stay there if you let me. I will wallow, and I will turn into a self-loathing human and I will sink deeper into depression. And I will do nothing to fight it. I will not want this. I will be bitter. I will be angry. But please do not leave me. Talk to me. I will return to the person you love, and I will be back very shortly. I need to get a grip on my person as a whole, and I need to not be based on you. You are a human, separate from me. I want to spend my life with you, not because of you. You mean so much to me, and I hate putting you through the depressing hell I am raising. You deserve better. Seriously. I hate that I do this thing, where I become an accessory of my own merit. I turn myself into your pet, your porcelain doll; you can do as you please to me, and I will not fight back. I will turn into a soulless human, and I will be useless. You deserve better. Again, I wish I knew how to tell you this with my own mouth. I wish I knew how to deal with this on my own. But all reality is, I need you. I need you more than I need sleep. I just don't want to have to depend on you to be happy. Does this make sense? I'm sorry. I may be rambling again. Perhaps you'll be able to make sense of it. I don't know.
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
This Is My Cry For Help
Here's what's going to happen: I'm going to kick. I'm going to scream. I'm going to hate you. I'm going to want you to cave and let me near you. I'm going to cry because you know I can't be near you, because I have Lost My Way; and I will hate you. I will fight. I will yell. I will be so stubborn, you'll wonder who this person even is. It is of utmost importance though, that you keep your distance. Be with me, but keep it during daylight hours. Don't let me descend into myself, I will stay there if you let me. I will wallow, and I will turn into a self-loathing human and I will sink deeper into depression. And I will do nothing to fight it. I will not want this. I will be bitter. I will be angry. But please do not leave me. Talk to me. I will return to the person you love, and I will be back very shortly. I need to get a grip on my person as a whole, and I need to not be based on you. You are a human, separate from me. I want to spend my life with you, not because of you. You mean so much to me, and I hate putting you through the depressing hell I am raising. You deserve better. Seriously. I hate that I do this thing, where I become an accessory of my own merit. I turn myself into your pet, your porcelain doll; you can do as you please to me, and I will not fight back. I will turn into a soulless human, and I will be useless. You deserve better. Again, I wish I knew how to tell you this with my own mouth. I wish I knew how to deal with this on my own. But all reality is, I need you. I need you more than I need sleep. I just don't want to have to depend on you to be happy. Does this make sense? I'm sorry. I may be rambling again. Perhaps you'll be able to make sense of it. I don't know.
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can we talk? can we talk about how uncomfortable i am, when you put me in the middle of this? can we talk about how i want to be there for you, but when you tell me there isn’t anything wrong, so i can’t do anything? can we talk about how you tell me not to worry, when worry is clearly etched onto your face? can we talk about how you look at her during the day, or how you dream about her still? can we talk about the way i want you, i want all of you? i want the pain, i want the hurt. i want you to feel safe in my arms. can we talk about vulnerability, and how we’re kind of at a stand off? can we talk about how i wish that we were open about our past? or is it just me? am i hiding, am i making things up? am i being cynical? this has happened before. is there something wrong with me? i don’t want a pity party, i don’t want drama. rule number one: no drama. i don’t want her name to sit in your mind, it sits like a poison that seeps into your eyes and through your blood. i can physically feel your pain, and there is absolutely nothing i can do about it. what can i do, to keep this going? it hasn’t even been two months. i feel threatened. i feel lost. i feel sick. i feel like something is wrong, and i can do nothing about it. which is why i am staying home this week. i am staying away from you, until i can clear my mind. i’m so sorry i have to do this for my own sanity. i’m sorry i let it get this confusing to me. i’m sorry that i throw myself into a tizzy over little things like her. i’m sorry i don’t know how to tell you all this with my own mouth. i’m so sorry.
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
Can We Talk?
can we talk? can we talk about how uncomfortable i am, when you put me in the middle of this? can we talk about how i want to be there for you, but when you tell me there isn’t anything wrong, so i can’t do anything? can we talk about how you tell me not to worry, when worry is clearly etched onto your face? can we talk about how you look at her during the day, or how you dream about her still? can we talk about the way i want you, i want all of you? i want the pain, i want the hurt. i want you to feel safe in my arms. can we talk about vulnerability, and how we’re kind of at a stand off? can we talk about how i wish that we were open about our past? or is it just me? am i hiding, am i making things up? am i being cynical? this has happened before. is there something wrong with me? i don’t want a pity party, i don’t want drama. rule number one: no drama. i don’t want her name to sit in your mind, it sits like a poison that seeps into your eyes and through your blood. i can physically feel your pain, and there is absolutely nothing i can do about it. what can i do, to keep this going? it hasn’t even been two months. i feel threatened. i feel lost. i feel sick. i feel like something is wrong, and i can do nothing about it. which is why i am staying home this week. i am staying away from you, until i can clear my mind. i’m so sorry i have to do this for my own sanity. i’m sorry i let it get this confusing to me. i’m sorry that i throw myself into a tizzy over little things like her. i’m sorry i don’t know how to tell you all this with my own mouth. i’m so sorry.
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HOLD MY HAND KISS ME WHEN I'M NOT LOOKING COVER MY EYES WHEN YOU THINK I AM SCARED RUN AWAY WHEN I START TO LOVE YOU BREAK ME APART WHEN I THINK YOU'RE THERE FOR ME STEP ON MY SHADOWS AND MAKE FUN OF ME BEHIND MY BACK PULL MY STRINGS AND MAKE ME DANCE MAKE ME FEEL THE MOST SCARED I HAVE EVER BEEN TEAR UP MY RIBCAGE AND LET THE DUST ESCAPE THROUGH YOUR FINGERS DARE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH ME
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
lOUD sCREAMING iNSIDE oF yOUR hEAD
how do you focus on anything when you are in pain and the reason is sitting in front of you glancing at their watch keeping a close eye on the moment you shift in your seat to smile at you to say something that makes you smile that blinks and and blushes and shyly looks away that can change demeanor in seconds that can pull you in and kiss you and take you home and make you feel loved and play and to radically change your life how do you focus on anything when the whole world is in front of you careening and caressing your senses tempting you to change your fate calling to you, saying love me find me run away
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 10:29 AM UTC
focus
there it is the familiar disconnect saying run run far away and never return run from your responsibilities run from the truth run from your fears, they won't follow you run from the lies, you deserve better anyhow run from your friends, they don't need you run from the light that keeps you warm run from the freedom you did nothing for run from place you call home, call it temporary run from yourself, recreate your mind your body your soul you you are now me i am now you and i am not who you were just five minutes ago i am a voice a thought the persona you wish didn't exist i am the voice that leads you in the direction you should go i am the voice that speaks softly to you in your sleep
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
uh
What if my worst nightmare comes true? What if I become what I most fear? What then? Do I end all, destroy all hopes of any kind of future and bring hundreds down with me? Or do I embrace it, face the fear and ridicule and mockery and shame and embarrassment and the myriad of voices laughing, crying, screaming, "I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU"
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC
what if
What if my worst nightmare comes true? What if I become what I most fear? What then? Do I end all, destroy all hopes of any kind of future and bring hundreds down with me? Or do I embrace it, face the fear and ridicule and mockery and shame and embarrassment and the myriad of voices laughing, crying, screaming, "I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU"
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white shirt blue tie lay next to me and hold me close when i'm falling apart at the seams a furtive glance can you see me? see through the pages i hide behind the words that conceal my heart locked in, solid shivers in my skin stretched thin to the core, love me anyway. creaking joints oil and wine polka-dotted rhythm oh
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
oh
Fading away like the light of the sun I can’t keep this smile up forever Head pounding, heart racing, mind reeling Does anybody truly live while they are alive?
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Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 7:35 AM UTC
2.8.11