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I am standing in the midst of a sickening crowd With their skin tanned orange and their hairspray and Jesus shoes. Iam a living pillar in between ..

Your lips are the softest pillows my troubles have laid upon, and your mind is a spiral of love. You are the one I was waiting for. You are the o..

How can the best and the worst be rolled into one year? A tear shed for a child, long since dead. I am alone, again, Alone. The arms Ilong t..

I wished I was the one with your dog tag perched in my cleavage, Wrapped around my neck on a playful chain, Like something that might be shoved be..

I am listening to music you’ve never heard of. I am all about me, but then again, so are you. I am tired of clichés and lullabies. I a..

I am sitting naked on my bed, With my feet on a chair, But I am not here. I am outside in the sixty degree weather. I am sick. I am cold. I am a..

There are holes in my skin Where I let you in, Yes I let you in, Again, again. I pull the trigger, Make the scab Bleed again. Again. He says, ..

I live in filth With the realization That coffee cans and coffins Are all we’ll ever amount to. All the things we never got around to; The ..

A rush of air, of energy Flowing through my brain: In one ear and out the other, Just as my words fall on deaf ears, dear. You’re seeing sha..

The drops fall from the sky And from my wet hair, Running down my chest. My mind wanders back to you, Four ones on the clock And I’m wishin..