I was practicing a filling technique
(I'm a dentist so it's okay)
And it got me thinking about you
A T R A U M A T I C
It certainly doesn't hurt now, does it?
R E S T O R A T I V E
I definitely packed all the material in, didn't I?
T R E A T M E N T
Oops... I can still see the caries. And I think I filled it with trash.

well,

I'm not a good dentist anyway.

Maybe I should fill the void by writing?

only you would know
how to read
between the pauses;
understand the pain that hid
behind staring
at the ***** in the
barbed wire -
it too,
was rebelling
against a control fallacy
like the one
created
by
your
mind -
it's difficult to approach someone as vulnerable as you
a simple 'hey' won't suffice
so i don't.
and off you go

I've been studying the process of hemostasis
how blood vessel trauma initiates the process of healing
to build that tight fibrin clot, the vessel must be torn
so if strength is our destination
must all hearts be broken?

“Your flowers are blooming!”
“Really?”
Yes

You may think you’re a wildflower
Left to rot
Die
Be eviscerated
But i know your worth
I can show you the world
Of love, and diamonds, and rubies, my love
Tear your heart just to build it back up
This is how you learn
Continuous improvement is the name of the game
Everything shallow you hold has a price to pay
My girls not angry, shes not upset
Shes just looking for a metaphor to channel her emotions into
Something that makes sense
I could dig up the entire graveyard to find bones for you
Your necrophilia would still not cease to be satiated
Seethe, grin, master
Thats the name of the game you are after
I love you, dont you know that
Why cant you see how much you mean to me
Every time you say my name, i feel raw to the bone
The nakedness feels alert, on edge, on spice
But you deal with chicken and rice
Did you get that meal for free?
Im just worried ill be too hung up over you to know what went wrong
What could have gone right, what could have stayed strong
DOMS, that is whats happening right now
But who cares about the love stories of a girl from a gritty old city
One day i will turn to dust, but im a fool to think my words will remain
It doesnt make sense, no, it never will
Why we give our hearts to the ones who will never love us back

Perhaps home is not where the heart is, but
in fleeting moments of glee,
and the joy of being free

Perhaps it looks like a person, the arms of your mother, or lover,

or no one at all—

Perhaps home lies in the passion the sun blinding the waves in the sea

Perhaps it's faded in tales that were never meant to be—

Perhaps it's time to rewrite what home means to me

I woke up today
and I ate a cheese biscuit

Will someone tell me why my Home shows 11 notifications but my Stream is empty??!

And I hate that it looks like the steady stride we take across the parking lot when you talk about your day while my footsteps steer me towards your car ready to settle into us

Ta-targaryen
Ta-ta-targaryen
Jonnnn the Targaryen                        
Cute but a wimp                        
His sisters Sansa and Arry                      
Are the Lady and the Chimp                        
His Mom and Dad were King and Queen of the land of Westeros                        
They were killed by Robert Barry
and now Cersei is the bosssss

People won't fall in love with you just because you are good at love

But isn't this what life is supposed to be about?

You tell me to follow my dreams but secretly hope theyre sensible enough to follow because God forbid it's unattainable and you end up alone and picky

She knocks on his door in the pouring rain
Shaking her umbrella, muttering an expletive,
It's only half past ten but she knows he's inside
"Open up, you sonofabitch!"
A face glares through the red and white shutter
"You know he's dead, you old witch!"
"Just wanted to hear it one more time",
she walks away, cackling wildly

i really like shaking my feet]
loose of all the expectations i carry in my head
for myself and for you

You know the craziest part of talking to you?
I start to question the reality of it all
When you say exactly what's on your mind
Or when you finish my sentences with a goofy smile
I start to wonder if it's all in my head
Maybe I have a multiple personality disorder?
Maybe I'm talking to myself?
I don't know if this is a dream
But I don't want it to be dead!

Get over it
It's not pretty to stew in these feelings
It shows on your face
In your aura
You are not sunshine
You are the sun