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on waiting for our moment.we happened at the wrong moment, i've decided.on waiting for our moment.
we were both drunk. we were drunk off of the sweet night air, the close proximity of our lips, the electric feel of our hands, and the warmth of each other. we were both
needy people, together, and we were both lonely.
we just so happened - by chance, by fate, by an awful luck - to be within arms length and there was just too much opportunity to ignore it, so we loved, or maybe used, but it is all just the same.
see, our relationship is all mathematics:
the negatives cancelling each other out to create a posi
obviously.go ahead, love. say shit.obviously.
you know i love hearing what you have to say. you know i value your elite opinion, your sugar-coated, honey-drenched, classy words. you know i love that venom-slick tongue.
and of course you're right. about everything.
i did sleep with your boyfriend. obviously.
i also slept with your brother and your next-door neighbor and your mailman. oh! and your local pharmacist - you know how much i love those free prescriptions for pills! and, hey, do you remember that loyal, absolutely freakin' perfect boyfriend you had a while back? yep, you got it! fucked him, too. he told
i told you."your arms are too brittle," you tell me, "and your heart just too far away."i told you.
but i am not paying attention.
so now you're screaming, saying, "i am nothing but a blur of circles and lines and awkward shapes. i am nothing but your punching bag, your burnt-out star, your constant picture of remorse and left-over relationships, hopeless romances.
you are nothing but forever a reminder of my failures."
there's a bottle melded to my left hand and i can barely stand, but i know. my voice cracked, i look up, lips parched and alone, s
living in our ending.i have taken everything that was once beautiful into my too-impulse hands and warped it into this.living in our ending.
this decayed, corrupted version of us that i will never get used to - an us that is filled with fuck you and don't turn away from me yet please,
just please.
you are filling my mind with your pleading eyes and waiting lips and me - the ice queen, the bitch who doesn't need love -
walking away,
twisting out of your arms till i am bruised and aching and suddenly running.
my heart is living in our ending constan
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human decay.-human decay.
i can never talk about you anymore. people get too nervous, they look at me as if i am a flower bedridden with black widow spiders, a bird without a nest
so i write this knowing that your name comes and goes with the moon, that i am trying so hard not to let your absence hurt me
forget me, send me back out with a ride tide pulling at the horizon.
you were the only person who wanted to know me, knew i was upset by the way i held myself, checking for a heartbeat beneath all the dust
i wonder that if i killed myself, would anybody tell
neverends.
Hopeless
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Remember Hannah. news article --> [link] TV program --> [link] Depression should never be fought alone.
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Remember Hannah. news article --> [link] TV program --> [link] Depression should never be fought alone.
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Remember Hannah. news article --> [link] TV program --> [link] Depression should never be fought alone.
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