

itsfinallycomeout.i don't believe in butterflies nor that there is more fish in the sea.itsfinallycomeout.
i believe in chemistry in a sense that if you mix two ingredients together. something is bound to explode. and usually if not measured right, it actually does.
i believe in annoyances, promises not kept songs that i wish were meant for me
i believe in words unspoken unimplied, not even thought of
i believe in secrets never uttered, never thought about,
i believe in potential, that is never fully reached.
i believe that not everything happens f


faithinyou.i try to put into words what i felt like that night maybe it was the drugs (that have been putting a whole in my head ever since) or maybe it was just the happiness that i was feeling. but i swear if i could go back i would.faithinyou.
right to that night,
even though the drugs were the things making me happy i swear to god it was you. or i'd like to make believe it was
and now the crash is gone and the drugs have left the hole in my brain is still there and so are you.


runaround.so let me begin with i've been beating around the bush i've been spelling things out i've been using words i can't pronouncerunaround.
people say i'm selling myself short i've been, walking in circles pretending i'm lost saying i need a map, and you're it
but everyone knows, i can do just find without one and i've been looking in the sky, saying it's not blue enough and your eyes are the only things that are
i've been lying to myself with phrases and similes with pictures, and anything i can get my hands on i grasp air, and i hold it tight because it's th


gorgeous.here it goes again.you're beginning to make my knees weak (not that i don't like it, but i hate not being able to be on my own two feet) i feel like a classic medeival love story, and the knight has swept me off my feet but now i'm in a nightmare as you whisper how gorgeous i am in my eargorgeous.
frankly, you're lying, and you will always lie i try to make you believe that i believe you i'm waiting for a new hurt to settle in my lungs collapse, bone puncturing heart muscle i'm feeling sort of Masochistic tonight
and i feel like we may have taken a step forward but i trip


because i am a cynic today.today you give yourself awaybecause i am a cynic today.
to roads
seen only through windows wet with rain; a sign says
we are fifteen minutes out of town,
but we say we are two years out of luck
you surrender to a map
(but it can never be of life)
and so we are still lost
and no,
we will not find god here.
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The love was good, but life was hell
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I think I threw up in my mouth a little. You are seriously twisted, darling. ~mrsweasel
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The love was good, but life was hell
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Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!
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The love was good, but life was hell
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The love was good, but life was hell
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The love was good, but life was hell
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