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Streaks on the GlassWhy do you taunt me like this? Holding our relationship in front of me Dangling. Like an old shoestring, inevitably breaking apart. Is that comfortable enough for you? You were my pain medication [Only temporary.]Streaks on the Glass
by ~taintedserenity
So TypicalThis isn't something you can fix with a band aid You left me out in the cold With no blanket or a map Leaving me twisting and turning Aimlessly Only to end up right where I began Alone and cold With no sense of direction.So Typical
Your kisses are cool Like satin sheets in the winter As they drape over my skin In some sort of attempt at keeping me warm It's the least you could do Right?
But don't stain my lips with obligation I refuse to be
Your stow away Your last resort Your backup Whatever you want to call it
by ~taintedserenity
Torn to Your ShoulderWhat we have lost are immoral means And thoughtless acts Only to gain sins graciously painted in white You're just another face in the crowd now Nothing new Nothing special Just another shade of gray In the black and white scheme Filled with things that don't matter to me today Another memory forced to the back of my mind Left rotting alone and untouched (That's where all the special ones go)Torn to Your Shoulder
Keep your thoughts to yourself Save them for a rainy day Or something I don't need to hear your excuses Don't try to lie to yourself I already kn
by ~taintedserenity
UnfinishedThis isn't going to be a subliminal message Saying that I want us again.Unfinished
But simply a run-through on my feelings.
I miss the way we used to be. When we didn't fight. When we were happy because we had eachother. When you were my best friend.
We used to laugh. A lot.
And we would take naps together Slowly falling into a pattern of each others breathe While watching something funny on TV.
We used to smile. And make fun of each other playfully On and off On again Off again It never really stopped.
I used
by ~taintedserenity
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aquiescence"it's cold in here," she says.aquiescence
a long winter runs thick in her july.
squandering hemispheres
mercury poles a season pass a tide a
moon in face a breath on glass
in her thick socks, she stands.
she has.
roulette wheel eyes, dials teeming with the stalled energy of a thousand broken, shaking
clockhands, braving the heights of ten after one in incremented gasps
of a freshly aquired knowledge. what lies beneath
is a dumbed swinging:
thirty-four, twenty-six
by ~servaVII
Tell the TruthYou know, I did it all.Tell the Truth
All the things you've ever felt.
Yeah, that was all me.
I was there to make you feel
forgotten and lost and unloved. But I was there to take it away, too. I was the one who introduced you to love. I was the one who held your hand
while you tiptoed through unknown territory. I held you while you were too scared to admit you had made a mistake. You're nothing without me,
you know? No fame. No glory. No fucking personality. I'm the one who lets others know the way I saw you. Without me,
by ~ladyindistress
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: Maryland
- Interests: Music
- Favourite movie: The Notebook
- Favourite band or musician: Lovedrug, Mates of State, Ani DiFranco, Regina Spektor, Incubus, Third Eye Blind, Fiona Apple...
- Favourite genre of music: All of it. As long as I relate.
- Skin of choice: Butterfly =)
- Favourite cartoon character: Smurfette
- Personal Quote: your here on your own will. dont blame me if im honest
- AIM: ask me
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My darling, when it comes
down to it...
and the flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside your head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are.
-Margaret Atwood
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Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But whips and chains excite me.
So tie me up and cuff me down,
And show me that you like me.
Photos-
~Addicted-to-love
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My darling, when it comes
down to it...
and the flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside your head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are.
-Margaret Atwood
kisses
hugs
wink winks
love you
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[You're so guilty it's disgusting.]
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