.common mistakes in time.
Defeatedif i dont stop now ill break down. my heart will stop thinking straight and time will break all apart.
ill fight ill fight...i just need arms and virtue.
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.this is not a love story.When i was 12 i broke my back..this is not a love story.
When i was 15 all the bones sliced through my back.
But it was ok.
It was the first year i ever laughed.
by ~misswildheart
.dominos.i wanna put this fever on hold..dominos.
i wanna put my thoughts on a fuckin shelf. and let it fall under the strain as i walk the fuck away.
but i just dont walk away. i deal. i conquer. i fuckin perfect. my life isnt about walkin away. its about being under that shelf when it crumbles, and fighting the fuckin concusion to move the pile.
i once had a trunk full of toys. it held everything from a hairless barbie to primary color dominos. some of the dominos were shiny and some were dirty with time and well, apple juice. i used to line them up. i used to spend all fuckin day on these damn things. the majority of t
by ~misswildheart
.turn.i woke up with you on the tip of my tongue..turn.
i watched you rise with the sun and the clouds. i burnt you with my crumbling toast. i read you in the fine print of the local paper. i walked with you flying through my hair as the wind moved along with us. i bought you at the supermarket, with the bread and the milk. i took you to the park and fed you to the river, and my crackers to the ducks. i ate you with my pills, and drank you with my wine. i dressed up in your apathy but stripped out of your ignorance. i burned your eyes looking at the sun, and tore your wrists
by ~misswildheart
.touch me.maybe one day i will sleep.touch me.
through this horrible background music i picked for the night.
and maybe one day i'll forget the number on my back and this damn certificate.
i am the wrinkled paper you once read as home.
in some panicked thought i heard them coming and in some manic state i buried all the words you gave me.
im sorry to say they will have to be forgotten but they will leave gorgeous dust prints on my heart.
not many people know what to say when i ask them to touch me. &n
by ~misswildheart
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