Thursday, June 24, 2010

You again

Please, don't.

Actually, no- Just do it. Do it because you can and I can't, do it because it might return me to sanity, it might push the fog away, oxygen might return.

I have ways to cope,

I'll cover my eyes and cut off my ears. I'll snort cement, scrape away my nerves. I'll drink acid.
And i'll finally
stop feeling and just

-but that's cheating.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Here I go again.

Why do i hide and run away and cower?

Why can't i be happy with who i am and with my life?
Why do i always want more?
Why does my life always have to revolve around me?

Monday, June 7, 2010


What i don't want to do -more than anything- is to
repeat my mistakes because that would mean i haven't learnt,

and i can't waste you on a mistake.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

because this isn't twilight.


"Why did you say that?", Jonesy said, his eyes searching her. Lee's eyes widened and she shrugged her shoulders, praying it would come across as apathy and not her stomach coiling and recoiling, as if her nerves were on fire. She could hear the words hanging in the air, the words he so badly wanted to say but couldn't.
"Why does it matter?", she choked out, amazed how his physical presence alone could affect her.
Now it was his turn to shrug, before -after a few moments of studying her- turning and walking away. It wasn't that she didn't love him, it was that she'd proved it to him enough times already and now it was his turn. That she wanted him to prove this was a mutual feeling, this love. But he couldn't, because he had too much too lose and he didn't know if there was anything to gain.
Because this wasn't Romeo and Juliet or Pride and Prejudice, this was real life, and he probably never had loved her, and he would never come back, and Lee would find another boy with laughter in his eyes and warmth in his mouth and give her heart to him, and hope he would take care of it because it's the only one she's got thank-you-very-much.
"Fucking coward." Lee muttered as she shook her head, her dark hair loose around her face catching her tears as she bent down to collect the shards of her self that lay scattered at her feet like glass.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

i'm such a dick.

i like myself
i like myself
i like myself

these words are scratched into my heart, they might fade but they'll never fully heal.

sometimes i hate myself for being who i am,
because you have to convince yourself to like you.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

big storm.

So I'll go to sleep
and dream about the world falling to pieces around me,
Knowing when I wake up there might be a whole new earth to fight.