Devious Journal Entryi'll swallow sea foam green crayons and drink passion fruit tea.
and here is where i'll shed my skin and try something new
where no one knows who i am.
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i was disgusted with myself.
every morning around 5:42 am i'd wrap myself in a blue comforter. i'd pull at it's strings, creating a pile of pale intestines on my stomach.
i'd twirl them around my fingers, letting them get caught on my hangnails.
and then i'd imagine your fingertips tracing the bags under my eyes, i'd imagine you telling me to sleep. you'd take care of the house. telling me that you could take care of dinner.
and i'd nod and fall asleep with my mouth open, letting all the similes and metaphors that leaked from my gums mix with the irony that i held in my swea
the aftermath of vultures...i think we could have caught seconds like butterflies in special nets that won't allow them to steal through the holes. sirens singing thievery couldn't have taken you away. but they did. ithe aftermath of vultures...
suppose heroes only belong to fairytales.
we could have been titania and oberon. mermaids might have hummed us ancient atlantis lullabies and told us that
elven women make the best bridesmaids.
listening to upbeat love songs sung by teen pop bands pumping through neon headphones hasn't made you any less real. i can still remember how you dyed
it's like a new house, all fresh & not mucked up in any way.
give it time, it will soon be lived in.
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i'm shivering, i'm shivering . . .
and hopefully here i'll be happy.
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i'm shivering, i'm shivering . . .
I'm glad you're here.
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"You impersonate a person better than a zombie should."
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PHOTOS. STOCK.
i love it to much.
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here. [link]
remember to tell her what you mean.
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
c: i think that this was the right thing to do.
that's good. i'm glad you did it, then.
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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