domestic goddessa i fold shirts in open doorways on harsh woodendomestic goddess
floors and try to remember which ones were mine and who left them here who should be gone from my life one draw left open, four closed and my closet is half hinged and thunderously crashing to the floor when i am the newborn half drunk fairy who jerks alive because the dishes just aren't going to clean themselves c she tries to plot out where she touched him. his body is a blank sheet but she can't remember the ink spots and palely shaped scars and exactly where she pushed and grabbed and breathed heavily her secrets
summa theologicashe's saying she wants to be warm, she wants to be the kind of person the everyone just wants to know and i'm rolling up all the blinds in the house to let the lightsumma theologica
pour in even though it's painful because this is me at peace with the world, this is everything right now laid out blindingly and fast paced and barely held together but still together while words come hurdling out of my mouth with the tuba and down the block long before i ask them to so i'm sure the sunset knows my secrets and whispers them in her ear as she drifts away this is me posing with my future and i am still young,
chalkboard waronechalkboard war
you sat with me on a log bench in the heat and i didn't know you as more than vague memories and
chance encounters, and i knew you weren't ever mine then but it's easy to forget something like that when i'm getting what i want
i had a mint snowball, and you left because i told you to
two
we got out of hand quickly and i just kept reminding myself
that i was supposed to hate you
that everything would be better if i could just give up and
find someone who actually gave a fuck
but in the end it was easier to write angry letters than lovin
spoiledyeah cause sometimes i like to think or say that i'm really such an honest person and i've never wanted someone or something too muchspoiled
for my own good but also have i mentioned i'm a liar liar afraid of fire and left with too many matches and
half filled bottles and papers crumpled up on my floor
sometimes all i want is a you that i can write pretty words to or just to wake me up and fall asleep to like i used to
way back when i still had a functioning heart but then i
broke it playing my silly games so somedays
i want to fuck myself up in every possible way and &nb
| I am just one of those people. |
me
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Abyssus abyssum invocat.
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Abyssus abyssum invocat.
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