January 2012
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i never wanted to become real why are you so beautiful? i hope for your misfortune it is the most capturing trait about you that your adversity may be shared to me, calm, resigned, watching the sky you’re just a child no, not just, you’re a child that will be, from this decagonal view, only as much as you can imagine but more than you can ever see i was wrong i wish you were dead i...
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come, my sweet apple children let us proceed
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i am the one sided love as it always will be you are the infatuation that surprises me when the truth-words tumble out of your mouth it’s beautiful, you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
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with no command, and lack of will, the abiding division that i am is vanishing, with agony. every breath, dejecting. a languid demise, a crawling pace, i am dying. dying. dying.
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i wish you knew of my affliction. the strange behind the artificial mien. the aching; that my mind alleges to be one that festered in youth, from love unduly surrendered.
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You never end your amaranthine drivel. Your bromidic blathering, ceaseless and almost intolerable. you don’t care about me. you don’t care about my trials, my pain. you don’t even want discover who i really am. am i uninteresting? must i feign interest for so long? i listen quietly like the good girl i’m supposed to be.
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I am so goddamn sick of your cowardice, your innocence. Keeping me from living, I mourn my love, or lack thereof. All pathetically due to circumstance and vulnerability. You don’t realize that power you have. You don’t realize what I’ll do to dethrone you. My own unbounded appetite trembles me.
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the wrenching in my chest, I cannot ignore it today. To deluge the action, what will I gorge?
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my sweet little apple, visit me today, with smiles i’d been forgotten once again and require your innocence. you need not do much, but i will press a needle all the way into your core. by now, you should be used to it so just take a breath and hold it. i’m sorry i must do this to you. but my heart betrays me, and so does he.
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we are forsaken lost children of the night but you, my love, you, are my little apple my dark delicious
i’d wish that it hadn’t been so painful but it makes life feel so beautiful sometimes and it makes you even more beautiful more than anything i’ve ever imagined
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Anonymous asked: No I didnt mean it like that i just wanted to know whats wrong so maybe we could talk about it
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Anonymous asked: Your blog is so charming and pleasant to visit but your poetry is so dark, what's wrong?
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bedbones:
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but too many times she slept like a mechanical deer in my caresses, and I ached in the metal silence of her dreams.
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unbridled thoughts of the stimulus screaming from my skin.. i’d kept myself under arrest, but will you be mine, still, to a child unconfined? the partial creature, in which you release had waited so long to become whole
i wonder when i’ll break but i’m so alive right now
i am not easily impressed at all but this is strange, even coming from you
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the difference between him and i isn’t that we’ve both lost touch with reality, because we both rejected reality but that he believes in himself, in his own world while i’ve given up on myself altogether
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I’ll be fake, a mask I’ll persist these smiles, keep carrying on the act, feigning a brightly shone child, embracing everyone around me a soft face, an enthusiastic meet, every single time, on and on, to greet you i’ll pretend like i always have while inside i’m slowly rotting into deep wrath and regret. because these offers of consolation only further the wound. as long as...
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見てください。 聞いてください。 i love you.
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hidoi
my inner and outer voice are reversed truth, spewed in my unknown dialects this whole time i haven’t even realized the tongue of my weakness that i cannot attend to my thoughts or grip my unpracticed nerve captured me in self dispraise the outside is appealing if the cold embraces me, to numb this strengthening jealousy in my anemic mind. i don’t deserve these words that play. the...