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| P.S. You are my air, except I'm too broken to breathe. |
show me your tounque by ~ColouredRain
but i don't love you. to things i don't understandbut i don't love you. by ~ColouredRain
to what i can't get through to you
to how you close your eyes on fucking everything.
why you see echoes of dinosaurs
while i write out the world "love"
over my self-inflicted wounds
[and i know it's fucking cliche
and immature and disgusting but hey,]
anything for you my love.
how for every i love you
they get one back
but lately
i'm not sure if one thousand
twenty seven eguals zero
mostly because my math teacher
marked it wrong;
how doubting is all i do anymore
where your heart has been
for the past few days
when will i go back to just not caring
that I used to be so proud about
an
| He never knew I write poetry about him. |
trilobite. look:trilobite. by ~estallidos
don't ask me to prove to you that evolution is real,
because i lost the notebook with the proof written
out in pen. i could try to sum it up for you anyway,
about how i didn't used to love you and then one day
i did and how whales used to have legs.
also i was once a flower or a seven year old
and my hands didn't know how to hold yours
or how to draw sunsets and make sandcastles.
evolution was you one year ago saying i was perfect,
that i should never change myself for anyone.
now you say that you are trying to fix me,
which means that perfect things could always
be trying harder. and that's evolution.
i'm tired of my hair
zeeroofourten smilezeeroofourten smile by ~crushasphyxia
i bet if you broke her heart you would apologize.
you'd curl his fingers around her locks and cop out
i bet if you broke her heart you would say 'i'm so sorry'
only i would know you 'sincere' pardon-me's were hollow
and she could carry on with her high self esteem
her brain leisons all in tact
while i'm left here, trying to connect red wires to blue
my abdomin muscle's the only thing keeping me together
walking across a tight rope wire crying,
'this should be you, i knew better. this should be her,
she's so fucking niave, i thought i knew better--'
and i'll be the one up with you at six in the morning
hardly keeping myself toget
she has eyes but no pupils she looked at meshe has eyes but no pupils by ~crushasphyxia
and with all the sorrow in her eyes
she traced her words around my
fingertips and whispered
'i can't feel anything at all except your
emptiness echoing off of mine.'
_____
she asked me if i loved her and i said
maybe.
she started to cry and i asked her
and she said she just wanted to feel
weightless for a moment or two
and love was heavy, heavy, heavy
_____
i held her hand when
they pumped her stomach
and when she could speak again
she pulled me close and whispered
'you are a very strange creature.
but it's not the same when you
aren't around.
everything changes when you leave.'
on her bedside table,
Optimism 
| I'm Olena. I trust everyone, but then - I doubt anything anyone says. I believe you can be in a serious relationship in my age, although I HAVE been proven wrong. I'm pathetic. I'm nice, but I'm not. To all of you who pretended you cared, and then chose to leave - you can go drunk drive of a bridge. I really don't care, because you're dead to me already. |
!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! 
!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! 
!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! 
