January 2010
I wonder if I'll even be a ghost to you.
Will my name ever encroach on your thoughts? Will you ever dream of some mystery woman that screams my name to every fiber of your being? Will you rearrange the letters with time to fit the most recent warm body you’ve grown accustomed to? Will you tell your children tales of curly hair and blushing cheeks, of full lips and nervous eyes begging you to accept me, want me, love me as I am for...
I wanna
Drink too much and forget your name, just to remember what it’s like not to hurt over you. I wanna smoke too much and delete your presence to preserve the last few sweet tears I refuse to shed over you and the lies you don’t even bother to cover for anymore. I wanna forget the other ugly women that make me feel almost passably pretty and the nonchalance that forces me to face every day...
I'm so tired
Of being treated like I’m nothing because I support my friends.
Of being treated like a snob because I don’t destroy nice things.
Of being taken for granted like I don’t matter cause I’ll always be there.
I won’t always be here.
And you’re gonna feel like an asshole when the last thing you said to me was a pissy backhanded slap in the face.
Some days I wanna...
You truly are an idiot
To not know what a good deal you had there. I didn’t want anything from you, it was just fun. But you blundered through like the odious Neanderthal you are, and fucked even that up. Now I want even less from you. Fuck you for that. I hope your cock shrivels up and dies from some brand new designer STD and your body turns to applesauce. Such a sad, pitiful waste of a little boy.
I Blame Liz. →
…Do it.
