
Monday, October 25, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
iVictoria
To me, you are the one spark of light in a dark world, like this mystical life-line.
To you, I am an object, a tool that you use for this artificial feeling.
I try so hard to make you feel, to make you see me, to really know you, to help you live the best life you possibly can, and not self destruct
But, you don't give me the chance. All I do is give, until i'm merely a fraction of a person, and I wait, and I wait, but you never remember to care.
I REALLY care about you, about your well-being,your happiness, your life
But, you don't. You never speak. I can't keep doing this, but I can't stop myself, and I can't wash this out of my brain because these things are real, and they happened, and pound in my brain all day until I drive myself insane. All I am is love, so why am I constantly being thrown away.I don't think I can take being ripped apart anymore, the particles are so smashed that they barely fit together. I fake this smile so hard, but this water still overflows my eye sockets. I don't know why I'm so drawn to you. You are so different from anyone. or maybe I'm just stupid. You make me stupid. I don't think you've ever asked me a question. You have no desire to know me, at all... and all I want is for you to explain why. I need this, because wondering is pain. You fuck with my head, and it kills me. My whole life feels like a disease. like a moribund. You were on the fucking floor. I fell asleep next to you. And, woke up, and You were on the fucking floor? Am I a disease? Am I a fucking lepor, and I'm just unaware? I just want happiness. Love. A fish out of water really is a metaphor for my life. Struggling to breath, unable to do anything, looking absolutely pathetic. I want to go to fucking lunch. Can we just go somewhere, ALONE, and sober, and enjoy each others company? I don't see what's so hard.
To you, I am an object, a tool that you use for this artificial feeling.
I try so hard to make you feel, to make you see me, to really know you, to help you live the best life you possibly can, and not self destruct
But, you don't give me the chance. All I do is give, until i'm merely a fraction of a person, and I wait, and I wait, but you never remember to care.
I REALLY care about you, about your well-being,your happiness, your life
But, you don't. You never speak. I can't keep doing this, but I can't stop myself, and I can't wash this out of my brain because these things are real, and they happened, and pound in my brain all day until I drive myself insane. All I am is love, so why am I constantly being thrown away.I don't think I can take being ripped apart anymore, the particles are so smashed that they barely fit together. I fake this smile so hard, but this water still overflows my eye sockets. I don't know why I'm so drawn to you. You are so different from anyone. or maybe I'm just stupid. You make me stupid. I don't think you've ever asked me a question. You have no desire to know me, at all... and all I want is for you to explain why. I need this, because wondering is pain. You fuck with my head, and it kills me. My whole life feels like a disease. like a moribund. You were on the fucking floor. I fell asleep next to you. And, woke up, and You were on the fucking floor? Am I a disease? Am I a fucking lepor, and I'm just unaware? I just want happiness. Love. A fish out of water really is a metaphor for my life. Struggling to breath, unable to do anything, looking absolutely pathetic. I want to go to fucking lunch. Can we just go somewhere, ALONE, and sober, and enjoy each others company? I don't see what's so hard.

Which of the bold faced lies will we use?
I hope that you're happy,
you really deserve it,
this will be the best for us both in the end.
But your taste still lingers on my lips
like I just placed them upon yours
and I starve
I starve for you.
But this new diet's liquid
and dulling to the senses.
And it's crude
but it will do.
Which of the standard lines will we use?
I've been meaning to call you.
I've just been so busy.
We'll catch up soon.
Let's make it a point to.
Friday, October 22, 2010
pussied out, what else is new
i say, fuck you (fuck you)
get a life (get a life)
man i got to much shit on my head
to have to deal with all of you
get a life (get a life)
man i got to much shit on my head
to have to deal with all of you
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
"What is it?"

"I can’t tell you"
"Ugh! Fine!"
"I want to tell you that I like you.
But, I can’t tell you that can I?
I want to tell you to forget about him...
he’s a great guy, the best,he’s my brother in everything but blood, and you two are good together, but I still want you to tell him to fuck off and be with me.
I want to tell you that since the moment I met you, I can't even get your face out of my brain
But, I cant tell you that.
That all I want right now, in the world, is to take you away with me
no him.
no here.
no this.
just us.
if just for a day, ya know?
But I cant tell you that.
I mean... you cant make me.
What kind of a person would I be if I went and told you something like that?"
Friday, October 15, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
On My Own
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
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