bridgetd96
my heart is packed down dense, maximum capacity, filled to the brim with all of you.
"are you going to be all right?" she asks me so sweetly, so well rehearsed. her voice is dripping with mock concern. poisoned honey spread over stale toast.
long division, you and i. a slanted line, two dots. i never really got the hang of it in grade school, and i don't know any more now then I did back then. You walk away from me with the ease that only someone with practice could master. and here I am, still unsure about what's being taken away from what.
long division, you and i. a slanted line, two dots. i never really got the hang of it in grade school, and i don't know any more now then I did back then. You walk away from me with the ease that only someone with practice could master. and here I am, still unsure about what's being taken away from what. ]
my mom always used to put our sponge in the microwave. I wish I knew why.
is it so easy for you to transport all your love from one person to the next? pack up your feelings, shift that intensity to the next likely candidate? tell me, how is it that you can leave nothing behind, not a trace of what you shared with the last person? how do you erase all your history when you move on?
has anybody got the answers? i keep asking and asking, perhaps it's the wording that's the problem. when it's so hard to convey my difficulties, how is anyone going to help me solve them? i need answers before i implode out of frustration.
In the most eloquent words of Lil Wayne, I present to you, "mothafucka i'm ill, not sick."
Yesterday's certainty lies crumbled on the linoleum floor. You're shattering the remains, sending pieces rocketing up into the empty future as you move your feet, recklessly dancing away from the wreckage. I'm still chained in my cell, voiceless.
what is there to believe in anymore? We reach for something to hold onto because we can't bear the idea of being without a purpose.
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