Post by Laura on Nov 29, 2007 22:14:00 GMT -6
a/n: so my writing may not be what it used to be. My mind has changed and it may only reach those on the same brain level as me - totally messed
you like death
or so you say
speaking in metaphorical terms
constantly
and when I lick my lips
you get hard
but...
doesn't mean I'm alive,
you say.
FIVE:
your reasonings are bullshit
I dug them out from beneath a grave
where a ghost left home
to be somewhere better
and a safeway
is nowhere near
I should have known
you would have lied
the moment I had
opened my eyes
to tell you I was
leaving.
you told me
I still love you
I still love you
I still love you
I still love you
I still love you
FOUR:
nails dirty from digging
I pressed them deep into the pockets
underneath your retina
I wanted to feel your living there
but no life was felt
realization questioned
I breathe too much
I ask too much
I want too much
I am too much
for you
THREE:
missing identification
I shaved off my fingerprints
where the blood stains
my name remains
a little more bold
and read better beside bitch
because you made me this way
with your excuses
and the mistakes you hooked into my spine
there I was dangling
three way wh0re
three holes to floor
three beats away from murder
TWO:
how can you hold my hand
and tell me you are sorry
with a white substance bleeding through
your jeans
and a rotten smirk
so loud it's deafening
there are times for turn arounds
but there are no times for you and I
we should be tumbling down a riverbank
ready to drown
we were born to die
we were born to be let down
ONE:
do you love me outside the sheets
I couldn't tell in the dark
and if there is no life in your heart
with the lights out
there is no reason to be here
you like death
a little more now it seems
I guess it was
all because of me.
you like death
or so you say
speaking in metaphorical terms
constantly
and when I lick my lips
you get hard
but...
doesn't mean I'm alive,
you say.
FIVE:
your reasonings are bullshit
I dug them out from beneath a grave
where a ghost left home
to be somewhere better
and a safeway
is nowhere near
I should have known
you would have lied
the moment I had
opened my eyes
to tell you I was
leaving.
you told me
I still love you
I still love you
I still love you
I still love you
I still love you
FOUR:
nails dirty from digging
I pressed them deep into the pockets
underneath your retina
I wanted to feel your living there
but no life was felt
realization questioned
I breathe too much
I ask too much
I want too much
I am too much
for you
THREE:
missing identification
I shaved off my fingerprints
where the blood stains
my name remains
a little more bold
and read better beside bitch
because you made me this way
with your excuses
and the mistakes you hooked into my spine
there I was dangling
three way wh0re
three holes to floor
three beats away from murder
TWO:
how can you hold my hand
and tell me you are sorry
with a white substance bleeding through
your jeans
and a rotten smirk
so loud it's deafening
there are times for turn arounds
but there are no times for you and I
we should be tumbling down a riverbank
ready to drown
we were born to die
we were born to be let down
ONE:
do you love me outside the sheets
I couldn't tell in the dark
and if there is no life in your heart
with the lights out
there is no reason to be here
you like death
a little more now it seems
I guess it was
all because of me.
