Hmmm...


WiredDisconnecting; every nerve reattaches to insecurity, a steady stinging: Paralyzed by the thoughtWired
of touching.
Her skin brushed against mine will surely cause a twitch. But when I finally reconnect I'll be sure to give shivers.
(Doyoufeelthat)


Shot -nerves and such-Hold it tight against the temple, push into frontal lobe matter,Shot -nerves and such-
past truth, to the core of thought and recollection where the sound of yelling is the trigger that lets the bullet pass through.
Who taught you how to cuss and break promises, pull a puff of smoke from cigarettes, fist fight to keep living, cross your arms to show defiance; Who said to keep quiet when it echoes at night?
Metal on flesh; Memory is dense.


As Night FallsThese lonely hands pen wishes in hopes of ink to sink between the spaces of crossed fingersAs Night Falls
--I'm hoping you slip through.


all the background noiseLife wasted on waiting for seconds; small sudden jolts of loneliness pining at skin, the motions of swaying hearts scraping, taking anyone's side on a whim.all the background noise
Time to speak up, let something be heard besides that thumping heart and pitterpatter of a wound breaking through. Bloody hell [you and me]. Lovely start to an ugly end "So filthy, my hands
are so filthy.."
Sun beating down like some stranger hoping to strike conversation but a mouth left open filters a crisp breeze
to ignore the heat:
Why bo


Challenge My Stereotypeconflicting feelings mingling my doubts objectives have changed meaning should be lostChallenge My Stereotype
truths of which I have accepted are now crumbling before my eyes and though this disaster should be welcomed i turn my head in rejection scared of forsaking my lies
Scared of accepting yours
one or two discrepancies is something I could cope with and now an ever increasing number challenges my views
my actions are stereotyped and I cringe to fall once again into a cliché one maybe I’ve lived in all along?


Broken RecordYour words are a broken record, I love you, You, You, You, I love, You, You play it for anyone. It matters not who.Broken Record
You've played it for me, And now for she? I love you, You, You,
I love you! Play it for me once more? I love you, You,
You, I love you, You. That song I do adore.


Ivory Limbsswing on ivory strings with dew studded stilettos as the darkened clouds begin to weep dirty raindropsIvory Limbs
raising her face to a sweet surrender as the muck creates lines on her pale porcelain skin
and for a moment the dirty, imperfect inner self is reflected by her outer creation
the flesh of limbs entangled with vines and shrubbery contorted constrained by corsets of white leather
as lips part and breathings ragged another comes to smear violent red lipstick
with callused thumbs to recr
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