Needle in the HayI'm not optimistic.
I don't see the future anymore.
I just watch the seconds break themselves
in half and dissolve at my feet.
The past is just a map
i pull out when i get lost.
I've stopped
&
that's all that counts.
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Love NothingWhat you just can't get about me is I'm pulling hard for you. I've got my teeth stuck into you. And all you see is my eyes and how they keep watch over my heart. And you guess the worse of me. And there isn't a counsel that will keep me innocent in your eyes. So it's all I can do, but you've got your mind made up.Love Nothing
And i was biting my lips last night. Keeping my calm. Swallowing the alcohol to let go. Watching you do what you do best, just not to me. And I had to keep my self from trembling. The lights were making earthquakes in my head- Its times like this when I see mys
by ~goingoutlikemilo
painting their voicesI can't say i believe much in forgiveness. Seems to me it's something like ghosts. Something spun in the mind and forged with the heart and puked out the mouth to splash onto the face of the "wrong-doer". Oh hot knives would be easier to understand. So with her voice in my ear she told me that she wanted me to come over. Said she loved me and that he was back in town and needed me. A likely story, have you seen me in emergencies? Ace, pro, super hero. I could hear his laugh and her giggle. That hot iron taste of nostolgia crept into my mouth. 2005 couldn't have been any better. I had the best of friends. Sure, i was growing more and more deprpainting their voices
by ~goingoutlikemilo
Definitionpulling teeth. and sucking everything out of your sockets. i taste the years of things left unsaid in your blood. iron copper oil. you're rich, baby, you're rich.Definition
every morning i stand under the water in the shower and touch my wrists. feeling where i'll make my mark. that was all i could think when you said you were glad i wasn't dying.
i guess it depends on how you define "dying".
by ~goingoutlikemilo
TonightIce Nice Vice.Tonight
It started as a garden, but it has grown. like the breath of god or time blew the seeds for miles. underground the roots twist like fingers entwined into fingers. green, yellow, pink. you're everywhere. and i'm not going anywhere.
i love you. i always have. i hope this finds you well.
by ~goingoutlikemilo
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