| P.S. You are my air, except I'm too broken to breathe. |


but i don't love you.to things i don't understand to what i can't get through to you to how you close your eyes on fucking everything.but i don't love you.
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 ha
| He never knew I write poetry about him. |


she has eyes but no pupilsshe has eyes but no pupils
she looked at me 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 'yo


my name is acquiescencemy name is acquiescence
please don't ask me what my name is,
because i don't quite remember it today.
instead, i told you, you could ask me what colour my eyes are, because i would gladly remind you my eyes were the colour of wood on fire; not black yet, but streaming flashes of red and brown and green and orange and that would be easy enough. instead i could tell you that i'm sometimes short but i'll pretend i'm tall; i'll press down on your shoulders and push up on my toes until i'm eight foot a hundred. you could ask me how far away the sky was and i could tell you only as far as gravity pulls me away from it. i could tell you i'd rathe
| 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. |
It's a gorgeous name. A gorgeous name for a gorgeous person. (:
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Hello world! I love you.
I'm trying to be, so that means a lot.
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Sometimes, I'd wonder if they'd sew you a new heart. But your philosophy had been like one of an alcoholic. They don't give those new ones, because they'll go into decay all over again.
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Hello world! I love you.
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Come visit my gallery!
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writing is my way to s p e a k
makes me dery happyyy.
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Sometimes, I'd wonder if they'd sew you a new heart. But your philosophy had been like one of an alcoholic. They don't give those new ones, because they'll go into decay all over again.
- read more in my gallery
Nice gallery
(:
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Killing with a smile
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Sometimes, I'd wonder if they'd sew you a new heart. But your philosophy had been like one of an alcoholic. They don't give those new ones, because they'll go into decay all over again.
- read more in my gallery
i must watch.
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Sometimes, I'd wonder if they'd sew you a new heart. But your philosophy had been like one of an alcoholic. They don't give those new ones, because they'll go into decay all over again.
- read more in my gallery
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