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Monday, November 16, 2009

sharp little daggers. @ 3:19 PM

the ones we twist in each other because we know we can.

thanks for showing me that its easier to hurt someone, the more you care for them.
just, thanks.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

devil's cup. @ 1:29 PM

its just another classic beauty and the beast.

I can't believe I'm still breathing, though right now everything would be easier if I stopped and just dropped dead.

giving up is easy.
giving up is easy.
giving up is easy.

because its been more than a week and you are nothing but mist when i am melting you are gone gone gone.

where are you, when I need you the most?
where are you, when I want you the most?
where are you, when
I stop breathing.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

there were never tears like these. @ 10:39 PM


I believed in myself too, once.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

decay diminish. @ 10:29 PM

person 1.
you said you'd care.
you said; we would stand there like we always would beneath and between high palm trees.
you said; I'll still be there in five, ten, twenty years.
you said; we'll always be best friends.
you said; we'll do everything together, we will be together, we are always together.
you said; you are my, and mine.
you said; I'll never let you fade away into the background of pixellated computer screens.
you said; you'll never just be another forgotten entry in the address book.
you said you said you said.
it has been barely two years.
what do you say now?

I know what I said.
I said I will always love, and be here for you, whenever you need me.
its all slipping away, beneath clouded mists of alcohol and laughter with people who don't know you like I do.
who do you think I am?
was it all nothing to you?
am I no-one to you?

person 2.
if you think you can spill honey coated daggers from pretty lips because the pain is worth the pleasure, think again.
if you think watching me out of the corner of your eye, trying to slip me these drugging hints, will make it better, think again.
if you think I don't notice it when you tell me of the crescent moon, and tell her of the full one, think again.
if you think you can rouse my feelings by speaking of how you rouse hers, think again.
if you think you can simply try to charm me with your words (or lack thereof) and your secret whispered moments and and your scrawled messages and your slight half smile and your careless shrugs, you might be right.

I would stay angry, but you always say the right things.
why am I the only one who did not get the script?

two months.
I never thought I would be able to post this.

but I won't stand for it, I will not.
for none of this.


a little bit gr33kish, off the beaten road.
falls through every promise and kisses every toad.
always on the wrong end of the rainbow.


ann nie


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