He Might Breakhe might break. he reaches for the phone, dizzy, beautiful, dreaming. he doesn't call.He Might Break
she cries through her tears, wanting more.
his eyes reflect like a dirty star. fake, dying. his hands slip up her thighs, his tongue shoves down her glutted, blackened throat. she moans.
i saw them the other day. on the plaza, the sun was bright. his eyes were dark like cheating. his hair was deceiving teddybear
brown. and she was happy. so gaddamn happy. i th
intangiblethe way you kissedintangible
my eyes that night, the way you ran your fingers through my hair when we danced in the rain, and you.
you stood against the night.
i was there, but when you leaned you felt my hands drenched and cold and thought you knew me in a dream. (you kept me like a secret) you knew you you knew you were the stars you said you dreamed narrowly, you wrenched your fingers, you held on.
you collapsed in the puddle as if the rain was you. everything was you.
and I breathein the darkness where you putand I breathe
your face in my hands, I saw. and I ache for your touch, your eyes and your taste.
(i think it’s that girl. i think she’s pieces of me you’ve never seen before.)
i whisper ballads on the street corner
at three outside your penthouse and I know you hear me baby. you’ve always heard me.
idon’tthinkidon’tbreatheidon’tclosemyeyes to dream.
someday you will ache like i ache.
someday you will ache like i ache.
This yeari willThis year
love harder and softer.
age is blind and i am young to have found my true love. maybe i haven't, but he's a good stand-in and i adore him.
he needs things from me that i am now willing to
give. everyday we learn and he has always been good for me.
and this year i will use what i've got and be grateful.
i don't get enough pleasure out of the easy things my body does for me. i will learn to appreciate
my thighs for walking and my bones
Talk about procrastination...
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We do what we can
We give what we have
Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task
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Then onto the Hollywood Freeway, and straight on into frantic oblivion. Safety. Obscurity. Just another freak, in the freak kingdom.
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