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you were always being practical you never did anything if it wasn't logical always using the other bathroom instead of the one closest to the theatre cause "there's always a line." so i waited for you by that giant cylinder alone i swear i would have walked right up to that ****** with you if it meant i didn't have to be alone. holding hands constantly cause it was my proof that you loved me life line. whenever you let go that indigo line beneath my translucent skin would beg to run red. but i grabbed back on just in time to save myself. save myself. from who? you. you're ***** disgusting sick don't touch me i don't know who else has felt it you swore, you meant it you cried my father still wears sunglasses when he's in the same room as my mother and his hands have long since dried up from the night michael died boys don't cry. swallowed my pride every time i swallowed you bitter even though i knew better in the back of my head but giving head was better than you losing your head and this is my fault i was crazy i saw a shrink. i was fabricating these things. i saw this coming, i saw this coming, coming, ******* going away. three weeks ago you saw the ruins of my people the souls of dead mayans embedded into the sagging stone steps i heard them scream my name as you crept to the top and with a sigh you took it in majestic, isn't it? never seen something so real before what? like it was some sort of rare sight? why? you saw my ruins all the time are you blind? blind? blind blind i can't see i can't see you anymore i can't see you anymore. i....i can't see you anymore but i feel you under my covers your toes discovering the places my feet have danced and your mocha frappuccino skin crashing over my snow white like a wave your fingers brushing over my zebra stripes asking why, not knowing that those same fingers put them there i'm not breaking you can drop your hammer now when i was 14 i walked home with the taste of cherries in my mouth and i didn't eat for three days just so i could be with you. was it because i wouldn't forget my weekends inside red cups and fake friends or wouldn't snort lines and -- nevermind. that only happened once or twice. i saved you from that avalanche. i promised i would try every time and even when i was hacking away at my skin, trying to find an answer from within and i wiped the blood across the dresser and drew pictures of you and her. and her. and her. and him. maybe it was your pain more than mine.
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Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 11:36 PM UTC
i'm still working on this it's ****** don't read it ahhh
you were always being practical you never did anything if it wasn't logical always using the other bathroom instead of the one closest to the theatre cause "there's always a line." so i waited for you by that giant cylinder alone i swear i would have walked right up to that ****** with you if it meant i didn't have to be alone. holding hands constantly cause it was my proof that you loved me life line. whenever you let go that indigo line beneath my translucent skin would beg to run red. but i grabbed back on just in time to save myself. save myself. from who? you. you're ***** disgusting sick don't touch me i don't know who else has felt it you swore, you meant it you cried my father still wears sunglasses when he's in the same room as my mother and his hands have long since dried up from the night michael died boys don't cry. swallowed my pride every time i swallowed you bitter even though i knew better in the back of my head but giving head was better than you losing your head and this is my fault i was crazy i saw a shrink. i was fabricating these things. i saw this coming, i saw this coming, coming, ******* going away. three weeks ago you saw the ruins of my people the souls of dead mayans embedded into the sagging stone steps i heard them scream my name as you crept to the top and with a sigh you took it in majestic, isn't it? never seen something so real before what? like it was some sort of rare sight? why? you saw my ruins all the time are you blind? blind? blind blind i can't see i can't see you anymore i can't see you anymore. i....i can't see you anymore but i feel you under my covers your toes discovering the places my feet have danced and your mocha frappuccino skin crashing over my snow white like a wave your fingers brushing over my zebra stripes asking why, not knowing that those same fingers put them there i'm not breaking you can drop your hammer now when i was 14 i walked home with the taste of cherries in my mouth and i didn't eat for three days just so i could be with you. was it because i wouldn't forget my weekends inside red cups and fake friends or wouldn't snort lines and -- nevermind. that only happened once or twice. i saved you from that avalanche. i promised i would try every time and even when i was hacking away at my skin, trying to find an answer from within and i wiped the blood across the dresser and drew pictures of you and her. and her. and her. and him. maybe it was your pain more than mine.
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Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 11:36 PM UTC
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