"If you love someone and they love you, don't fuck up...'cause you are left with less than nothing."
A surplus of indiscriminate venom—
this is my stumbling block,
my problem to fix.
Is ego or modesty
my mask?
Perhaps, the answer is in the question.
Here, I wear
the crown of shit
upon my liar's chair.
I let you down.
I made you hurt.
There, I boiled over,
drunk and angry, again;
a cloud turned grey.
The division I caused
left no remainder;
ashes of a dream
scorched by nightmare...
Now, I can only
curse the day I became
a nothingman,
brush myself off,
and learn how to walk
carrying memories of you.
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sheesh, i'm feeling a strong urge to hug you or something.
thanks, marian.
do I ever have days like this...
what a tortured lament.
i was thinking about calling this one "lamentation"
The division I caused
left no remainder...
such a strong line. obviously deeply personal. put that vein on that page, baby.
if you ain't bleedin', it ain't art.
art? is that what we are doing here?
really, i just came over to say hello.
hello love!
i've drawn a blank on something witty to respond with.
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