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Apr 2015
I'm about as certain as I am tall
On how people decipher lovely distractions from lovely investments
I hate to speak on what I don't know
I walk up walls to avoid vomiting words my mind holds
The same ***** will end up being slurred to someone who couldn't care less
The same ***** will end up on my socks if this turns into the kind of night I thought that it would be when I declared, "I see how this night is gonna go" as soon as those shots made it down my throat and I still felt indifferent. Just more blurred.
I never say things are finished because that must mean they're good enough and that just seems wrong to me
We're never strangers after we've met
Just encounters that have lost touch
I hate giving up because that must mean I've given it all I've got
I think that keeps me passing time lately
Instead of spending it.
I hear that incomplete things often end up alone
I should probably consider a good investment sometime.
Written by
Anna  Buffalo.
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