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a night out the notes pulse into me and out of me and into me and out of me... the sugary lyrics and plasticine lifestyle wrap themselves around my body and I move like this dance comes naturally to me because tonight it does. the toxin leaks into my blood and i feel myself replaced by a god i know will only exist until i wake up lost and alone again. drink in the forgiveness until i can't breath anymore, and maybe it will work this time. maybe if i flirt and kiss and dance and fuck i will find the blame weighs less than it did before.a night out by ~minimart
i imagine myself as i was in a dream once : stick thin, soaked in sweat and love. and maybe if i drink enough i can be
Spinning It's been 78 days since I met you, and I am still turning over the minutes like stones, trying to find some hidden meaning beneath. Sometimes I think that maybe I'm trying to make this something this is not, since I'm afraid of what this really is.Spinning by ~minimart
Since this really is my heart skipping like a broken track on the soundtrack of us falling... falling into swirls of the love-me-not notepaper petals, trying to piece them back together into daises that will have the chance to love again. Falling like leaves caught on the winter wind, drifting in a season we don't belong in. Falling like falling in love, like we've got nothing to lose. Except the
Learning to Fly . Today I couldn't remember theLearning to Fly . by ~sasunaru16
exact color of your eyes.
And I can't remember the way you said
"I love you" when you meant it. (Did you ever?)
And I'm so sick of love songs saying
don't let me go, don't let me go,
when I'm not the one that's leaving.
Oh please, oh please don't leave me.
Yeah, like you're going to listen.
You're not here anymore.
And I forgot how my heart used to race
and how my whole being shivered
when I knew nothing of heartbreak.
But my heart won't be beating tonight.
and it won't be beating tomorrow.
And not until I am able to
promise myself eternity.
Cause every bird has to fall
to spread it's wings an
the therapy office. today you told me a million timesthe therapy office. by *ohsostarryeyed
i was worth more than i thought,
the lines on my arms meant anxiety,
& drugs should ease me out.
you said my body was cold
& my head was achy,
& not to show my bones
through slinkier
sheaths of skin.
it was like you loved me,
only i knew better.
it was then
you told me my goals were
too lofty & i was driving myself
to sickness.
here is where i hoped
to prove you wrong,
to be thinner than the spaces
between a boy's fingers
(the spaces meant for me)
to be two numbers instead of
three,
to wear convex patterns
beneath my skin to tent it into
bone-tipped mountains.
what i mean i
my final request. this'll be the last time i put my heart on your porch and the last time i'll slip faded pieces of poetry under your door when you're asleep. when my song has been sung, i'll stop painting my wishes on your ceiling and humming lullabies at moonrise. i won't come knocking at your door any longer or whispering into the back of your neck when you're walking away. you won't feel my fingers pulling on the edge of your shirt or slipping in your back pocket or clinging to the corner of your heart, because it's obvious that none of it belongs to me any longer.my final request. by ~Corina90
i promise, this'll be it.
so, don't run or ignore this or throw it away, because i swear,
Excited 
on Ten Things to Tell Yourself in the Dark 
