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[May. 25th, 2011|08:51 pm] |
the tiniest thing puts me in the foulest mood
my head and my heart are so far apart
i wish you'd want to stay, then maybe i wouldnt squirm so much
all these little hitches hurt to swallow
i love the way everything's going right now, there are parts i wouldn't change for the world
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grace is absorbing the world in its entirety, everybody will scurry off and i will be left behind
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[May. 23rd, 2011|07:13 pm] |
you smelt sickly strong and you were the dawning of consciousness
i was wiser than myself, i made pain for its own sake
and the songs spoke directly to a cause
as if doped up denial cleared the path between preconceptions and the message of the words and the clarified jangle of guitars
the bass carried care and the treble felt like tremors |
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[May. 23rd, 2011|07:07 pm] |
because i just listened to the heinrich maneuver and acknowledged for the first time that you are really gone.
and you never realise that you are forging new bonds. as good as you were you were a friend. thats why you were good, because that's what i needed.
now this liquidous person will infiltrate with potent addictions and songs to pull the hardest, sting the strongest, evoke the greatest aches, filling a greater need and grazing deeper in a more tender place |
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[May. 20th, 2011|12:58 pm] |
impotent, numb, fragile and dumb.
if i read more maybe i'd feel like the language
maybe i'd feel more like you
i just want to feel what you do
i want to know what he knows//call me by his name
you're always trying to keep it real//i'm in love with how you feel
you can say what you mean//but it won't change a thing//you cut me loose |
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[May. 19th, 2011|06:32 pm] |
your light blue and beach blonde boyfriend, doesn't it make you feel ill sometimes?
i would ache and ache and ache to re-create |
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[May. 19th, 2011|02:12 pm] |
raw voice for mother, another for fathers, another for brother and neither for lover. collecting sandals on the beach and letting sand scorch our feet and swallowing salt and drowning. i'd rather skip and slip than slip and trip, and oprah's over which means its almost time to get your own back. daytime therapy is impotent when your own couch is much more appealing. if only i weren't such a liar. you used to make me feel it was okay to be this way, as though it were the only rational response to one so flaked. i was so much worse.
stinging eyes to set upon strangers, they sting more now. if i painted the walls all grey i might come to life.
i wish you would dismantle me.
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[May. 20th, 2010|02:50 pm] |
its like learning a new language
you come here to me
we'll collect those lonely parts and set them down
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