loving me, aka selfdestructionhow it would be like loving me. and why you shouldn't fall in love with me. except if you think this is a nice way to self-destruction. -i always seem to end up hurting everyone around me-loving me, aka selfdestruction
dear whoever; i think you must look rough. with rough hands& rough lips, make me taste the cigarettes every day. even your voice should be rough. let me hear the cigarettes. don't ask me what my favorite bands are. do not tell me my hair smells like autumn.autumn is a sad season. i might look sad, but i'm not autumnsad. when you're autumnsad there's almost no hope left. just before the winte
I am coldI am cold. I am freezing, it’s like I swallowed a little icecube a while ago and now it’s spreading itself over my whole chest. I was already pretty cold, so it didn’t melt immediantly. It’s been at the same place for a year, it started to melt a little bit & then it froze back. It’s attached to one of my ribs. I don’t think my rib will hold on much longer, it’s breaking. If my rib breaks, the ice will go straight to my heart.I am cold
Some people are trying to fix the rib. Not to fix me.
I don't need to be fixed, my heart isn't frozen yet. We just need to make sure the rib
To YanteI'd like to tell Yante I love her, but I'm not sure if my words could be able to describe my love for her, my words aren't that strong.To Yante
She made me realize my life isn't that useless as it was supposed to be. Yante is amazing. She keeps on listening to my shit, though it doesn't make sense & half of the time she doesn't understand me. But she listens.
I may hurt you by thinking that this, me, you, we, us is a joke, a lie.
You don't understand it, but I keep on wondering what it is that fascinates you. I am insecure, fragile,hopeless and easily frightened. I still can't figure out why I
My "pretty" eyesI still don’t get it. I went downstairs this morning, after I fixed my terrible hair with my eyes closed so I wouldn’t have to look at myself in the mirror which reflects the truth more than anything. People say it’s just a thing, that doesn’t tell you anything about the personality of someone. To me, nothing could be less true than that. When I look in the mirror, closely, and focus on my green eyes that have lost all their sparkle, I see a broken person, who desperately wants to be loved, an almost hopeless case. (almost, lately there’s someone who makes me smile.) I don’t liMy "pretty" eyes
Repeat OffenderI thought you were gone from my life That I have left behind me all the strifeRepeat Offender
That I had caused you and you to me I swore that we were not meant to be And so I picked up and moved on And prayed the pain would make me strong
You were the hardest habit I had to break As I tried to convince myself we were fake But now you’re back in my life once again Opening old wounds, causing more pain I thought I had left you far behind But you still make my heart catch and bind It’s like the distance I put between us Disappeared or never even existed
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