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I don't stand a chance.
That's what I thought while I was
climbing the stairs to the seduction scene.
Same time you're thinking
"I can't seriously distress her."
Pushing the door, I'm all mechanical flutters for your masochistic stutters.
You turn slowly, smiling.
You're smiling.. but there are tears in your eyes.
How was I to know that you could still get to me?
You stitch my lips shut so my jaw won't drop.
No "are you ready's".
It's just unstitch and no promises.
Dropping breaths and picking up you
"Hey Black Lungs"
take your last drag on your cigarette.
"We're playing with fire sweetheart"
"Save regrets for later"
My blood heats but my veins are filled to capacity with misery.
Because I know there's nothing to it.
I'm so busy playing despondent that I cant figure out that you're just as attached as I am.
See
what happens when you feel sorry for yourself?
I'm composed of missed details.
Leaving me thinking
"You're picking my heartbeats apart
killing me like its some kind of science."
When you're really killing yourself too.
Well, send the paramedics 'cause
this falling star just hit rock bottom.
That's what I thought while I was
climbing the stairs to the seduction scene.
Same time you're thinking
"I can't seriously distress her."
Pushing the door, I'm all mechanical flutters for your masochistic stutters.
You turn slowly, smiling.
You're smiling.. but there are tears in your eyes.
How was I to know that you could still get to me?
You stitch my lips shut so my jaw won't drop.
No "are you ready's".
It's just unstitch and no promises.
Dropping breaths and picking up you
"Hey Black Lungs"
take your last drag on your cigarette.
"We're playing with fire sweetheart"
"Save regrets for later"
My blood heats but my veins are filled to capacity with misery.
Because I know there's nothing to it.
I'm so busy playing despondent that I cant figure out that you're just as attached as I am.
See
what happens when you feel sorry for yourself?
I'm composed of missed details.
Leaving me thinking
"You're picking my heartbeats apart
killing me like its some kind of science."
When you're really killing yourself too.
Well, send the paramedics 'cause
this falling star just hit rock bottom.
Literature
I hope its going to clear up
I hope its going to clear up, it can't continue rain for long. I think I'm going to take a look outside. The drapes always give me a hard time; oh, I think I broke them. Oh well I might as well just go outside. I better put my jacket on so I don't get to wet. Damn stairs, why do I have to live on the top floor. Maybe I should look for a new place, maybe a new city. I love the people here, but I get so damn bored. Maybe I don't evolve here; sometimes it feels like I'm just doing the same thing over and over. Only four stairs left. But I did just move back to this city two months ago, has it really just been two months? Yeah! I guess it's the p
Literature
Degrees Warped By Fragments
Degrees Do Worse Warped By Fragments
I.
I sit among a contingent of fresh-faced athletes doing mostly
Nothing,
Reading a book on the crosses of cosmogony when I feel a hand
Tapping
On my shoulder. I turn around like a toddler's wind-up toy and
Find
No face to match the arm suspended in space by something unseen
II.
Faces of clocks abound on every wall I sit across from, next to or
Near;
It makes no sense to me. Half an hour will pass before I have slept
Enough
Hours, and yet exhaustion always accompanies me, even during the
Brief
Rush of excitement I feel when the clocks cease ticking.
III.
Library books are beginning to pil
Literature
when You were fourteen
You spit, splatter Your eyelashes
against his cheeks, You rub Your forehead
on her wall holding poison in Your hands,
he should cower, but does not, she should
not turnaroundyellscreamshoutkickcry
but does.
You hold Yourself
like Your family have disowned You
for the fifty eighth time and grin into doors
at how sad you can be. You wash dinner plates
one a time and Your chests pour out bubbles.
i often replace You with a DoubleYou to show You
how big these things can seem when you hold two telescopes
to the map on your thigh and calculate carefully
where the pain will end up. Not in Your feet,
or chest, not in Your skull or pin
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Minus the 'we hate each other' line....this is a lot of something I did yesterday.
Something I probably shouldn't have done, but I'll Save regrets for later
Something I probably shouldn't have done, but I'll Save regrets for later