Fall

Timeline of a Forgotten Prayershe smells of fast food and gasoline late nights spent counting bills and chasing numbers praying it will work just one more timeTimeline of a Forgotten Prayer
tomorrow, she will sleep. forget all this drowning in laudanum and almost-there dreams waiting for the day it all turns around
a year ago she sat in a train station chain smoking and reading trashy novels running away to figments of fame and fortune
ten months ago, she gave in sixteen turned of age and hid behind forgery and alcohol sober thoughts were lost, soft words of lust translated love
six months ago, she was


Tell Me How It EndsTell Me How It Ends
I dont know you anymore. Could you explain yourself at all? I miss you. I love you. I think I hate you. I wish we could still be. Who are you?


Long Distance RatesIm having an affair with late-night telephone calls and lovesmelovesmenot text messages that end up costing me more than tears and hidden fees because I never managed to get out of my contract [il]legally binding me to the High-Price, Low-Service networkLong Distance Rates
of veins and arteries you call a heart
It doesnt help that when I call customer service even the hold line manages to be busy and the voice mail has overflowed onto the floor which is exactly where you left me sitting rereading customer agreements and privacy policies
The


cotton candy eyesdreaming of draping delerium over your drowsy eyes dreaming of drowning delilahs in delusion and dyes dreaming of dressing the damages in your darkened skies dreaming of nothing, and nowhere, and no one at night.cotton candy eyes
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a story in reverse: darkness. and then, light.
your rocking chair, my wrinkled hands. your veins, my glasses. our children's children, knitted booties, glasses turning to plastic cups, daily pills. ours growing up- jazz on sunday mornings. dance lessons, coffee, books in bed and mother's day.
ballet class, football games, have a good day at work, muesli, m


chemistrydear future boy, i'm sorry. because i'll never love you as much as you deserve. and every time i say that you are beautiful, you and i will both hear the words that stick in my throat like tar, the words that land between us like a fallen angel -- but not like him. - dear future boy, you have honey skin and eyes so blue they make my throat ache, eyes i could get lost in if i didn't know the dangers. your hair is sun-colored and you are tall and radiant and sometimes i feel as if i am sharing a bed with apollo. in short, you are nothing like him. i think maybe this is why you are not enough. - dear future bochemistry


consoleyou won't kiss me because your lip is split and drowning your tongue. you won't kiss me, no you wouldn't dare.console
i want to tell your shoulder blades iloveyouiloveyouireallyreallyloveyou. but i think, i already did.
stumbling into your arms on a busy highway with a cocktail that i cannot spell for my life, thinking sexsexsex on the beach in the snow. and you're saying something something
wait,
oh,
no, that's okay. it's your brother in the emergency room.
he's okay. &n
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'oh just ignore her
she's the kind of girl who only eats meat to find the wish bone'
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
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~LABB-Club, *MattGasm, ~We-Love-Gaara-club *GLBT-Pride-Club, ~HetaliaFamily
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"I'm also excellent in bed and disturbingly intelligent." - Dlvvanzor, Creature
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~LABB-Club, *MattGasm, ~We-Love-Gaara-club *GLBT-Pride-Club, ~HetaliaFamily
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"I'm also excellent in bed and disturbingly intelligent." - Dlvvanzor, Creature
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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'oh just ignore her
she's the kind of girl who only eats meat to find the wish bone'
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i don't love him,
winter just wasn't my season.
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Whats up?
But wishing stars,
and little men from mars.
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so pregnant with meaning i am lactating not really
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