shellness

I didn't mean those things I said. More importantly, I didn't mean what didn't need to be said. You used to make me smile, Make me feel like a real comedian, Make me proud just to be me, Strange habits and talents and quirks and everything. That was before. Everything was before. Should I call it? Okay, I will. It was in the first era of our friendship, The Age of Before Bitch. Before dirty looks, Cold shoulders, Laughs at one another's expense. Before I called you a sellout, dating The Bitch. Before you called me a slummer, dating The Loser. And before I made my silent promise not to associate with backstabbing scum. Should

I'm lying again. my hips are burning and I shouldn't have but boy, did I and it felt so BAD. everything is good, though, for the knobby-kneed soccer mom girls who won't love, because they commit instead. It's not so awful after all, living in the land of smiles and little kids without broken boys on chandeliers and lovely girls with hate in their fingers (I will tear you apart and grind your bones against mine but it's just another nothing because that's how it will always be with you and we won't see each other again) I will lie awake and intertwine your pinky with mine because that's all that I can bear to touc

Here I hold my heart As tender as it may be. I'll guard it with all I can, And lock it with a key. I shall not keep this key, But let God take hold of it, And one day I'll know the keeper, When it'll be a perfect fit. I must wait on the Lord, So here I stand this day, Waiting for the one to come, While my heart is locked away. I know he'll have that key, My heart, he's waiting for. And when he finds me so, I'll love him even more. So here I hold my heart, As tender as it may be. It's locked for the one, Who holds that special key. If it be you this day, Even when we're apart Don't ever forget that you.. Hold that key to

I. close your eyes and slip into that surreal dark that fuels your bones and keeps them moving when you can't .breathe. anymore. faces disintegrate into chalk as lollipop girls giggle and dog your every step with their lime eyes since you can't escape anyway II. every time you speak you choke but you can't help it anyway, it's the point of whatever's inside of you, to keep you from screaming out loud to the world that the top floor of the earth is sliding slowly down to crush your throat and the box where your voice and heart are kept locked up and decaying by the day III. maybe your eyes are in there too searching ou