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all the things I thought about writing a breakup song like Adele did but truth be told, I was never a good singer. I could say I don't miss you at all and that I don't think about all the things which happened between us but I'd be lying. I keep playing all of them repeatedly in my head, trying to figure out what went wrong. And I figured out that the main problem was my brain, which kept telling me that it's okay to believe that you really loved me, even though you never thought of mentioning it. But then it hit me… I was used to thinking that every kind of romantic relationship would be a true love relationship. British pop songs showed me that suppoall the things by ~bellatrix-dsn
winter's coming The air around her made her shiver.winter's coming by ~bellatrix-dsn
She was shaking so much that it seemed
like her bones were going to break any time soon.
She was standing alone in the middle of
the street. The wind was running behind the
leaves each tree would let go of and every time
it came a little too close, she would clench her fists
and breathe deeply. She was trying so hard not
to fall apart; she was trying to keep herself
together, without losing herself along the way.
please be quiet, little brain Because nothing makes sense right now. I lost track of what was supposed to be… of who I was supposed to be. He was the worst disappointment in this life of mine, with all his kindness and cleverness and friendship, he fooled me so well. If anyone had asked me if I thought this was possible I would laugh and tell them they were absolutely crazy because he was the one, he was the boy who would never hurt me like this. Apparently, I was dead wrong. He was like everybody else, he didn't even leave me a piece of my dignity. He grabbed it and ran away with it before I even acknowledge what had happened. Three weeks and four days after I stillplease be quiet, little brain by ~bellatrix-dsn
you entranced me near the exit how fascinating,you entranced me near the exit by ~ChloroformBoy
how captivating,
how entrancing,
how enchanting
you look tonight
ravishing,
lavishing,
dressed in a spellbinding fashion
like some European opera singer
or Parisian supermodel -- trendy
with a waist smaller than E. Coli,
you sure seem more dangerous.
double, double, toil and trouble
so haute couture
so hoe, cut your
bewitching tongue
because you put
the EW in BITCH.
you are charmful to my health.
i am enamoured with glamour.
you've cursed me with rhymes
like "hex" and "sex" and "ex";
you've cursed me with poetry;
you've cursed me with shame;
you've cursed me with curses;
you've cursed and cussed me,
i'll set my birthstate on fire i had sex and you turned seventeen.i'll set my birthstate on fire by ~ChloroformBoy
happy birthday. i bet you're a virgin.
you never told me when you were born,
but i never told you i fucked a stranger.
when you said "having a bad day?"
i wanted more than anything to tell you
it was great until i came into the classroom,
i wanted more than anything to tell you
my mood is all your fault,
i wanted more than anything to tell you
i should've picked the right side, not like
you'd even know what i meant. not like
you'd even notice. since you do not like
me in real life as much as in my dreams.
i'm (sorry sorry that) i'm
the bicycle's third wheel
just lagging
hallucinations tied to a dream that i can't feel- the phone's disconnected and my tea is spilt. breathing up branches, exposing red stains to a friend's eyes. the sights leave us alone and we fall asleep. clinging to cold skin, breathing in too thin.hallucinations by ~Awasteof-paint
bruised ghosts, a voice in the wind. hits me hard. steam brushing my cheek. i stumble down the stairs, walking without legs. mother holds a cell phone to her ears. her voice is soft.
"oh...oh dear..."
she is talking to my doctor.
"does she know? ... should i tell her? ... oh my..."
i ask her about it and her mouth fills with air like a balloon, like a 47-year-old mother who knows it's wrong to keep secrets
 dreams and realities. words and images. black&white and technicolor. love and hate. everything that somehow got stuck in my heart. because everything is nothing without art |
I'm so excited, you have no idea. 
Euphoric 
Sta.sh
