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lover boy, don't even try to tell me there's anything in the world burning brighter than us tonight,
with your knee bent halfway over that fence and my smile entwined in your collarbones.
with your knee bent halfway over that fence and my smile entwined in your collarbones.
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before
a little while ago
maybe a couple of months or something
i wasn't drinking ; instead i was
waking up to you
every morning you would stretch
and your spine would move and i felt it all over
your skin stretched into the sun and
i saw it everywhere
but guess what, that shit was gold and
gold doesn't last and you didn't last.
i got boring and you got mean.
and you're less of a gypsy and more of
a woman and i know if i called you up tonight
said hey baby come home
how did we get here baby i'm crying on the
floor drinking lime pepsi
and this goddamn pepsi is flat. so why don't
you come home. just for the night.
you would say you h
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wish i was worth it
please don't need me.
my skin prickles and i shiver
under crowded carpets
breathe in,
aaahh.
i am so free tied
falling over gin mouths
and crystallized fingers
transmitting futures
under my eyelids.
you like me to be there
to hurt for you
'cause i'm worth no more than that
and i guess i should say i'm
sorry for letting
you crawl this far under
each little nerve on my
spine but it won't help
i know i'm sorry
do you?
am i weak or do you,
do you love me?
can i will you let me
be more than a tool, an absorber of the
fears falling from your tongue?
i wish i could be more
than one little girl
in a collage
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Drowning in the Rain
They're standing out there, on the street, two girls frozen in place, frozen in their bodies, and the people walking by find it kind of hard not to stare.
The one girl's called Eleanor, and her makeup's smeared so badly it looks like she's been crying, and she probably was. Her hair looks like an oil spill clinging to her neck and her eyes like rusty sunk-in nickels and she looks tired, really fucking tired. The cover up's running, too, and it almost looks pretty, like a tattoo; the scar tissue stretched across her skin.
She's a mess, a beautiful disaster, a train wreck that everyone seems to have no trouble ignoring.
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mmm, tired but wanted to write something quick. wonderful dinner. gatsby then bed.
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"my smile entwined in your collarbones."
what do you have for breakfast? see, i think this is simply beautiful. <3
what do you have for breakfast? see, i think this is simply beautiful. <3