

Don't.Don't.Don't.
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever, ever.
Don't.
Don't say you care.
Don't say you're looking out for me.
Don't say it's for the best.
Don't.
Don't bring her.
Don't flaunt her. Don't hold her.
Don't touch her.
Don't kiss her.
in front of me.
The way she fits in your arms It doesn't look right.
That's where i belong.
That's mine.
Those kisses should be for me.
Everything.
Everything should be for me.
should be mine.
Don't.
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever, ever.
Don't.


Real.You come to my window and tap on the glassReal.
rolling over, i see your smile crawling out the doggie door walking towards you a question on my lips...the answer on yours
and you pull me close and you whisper sweet apologies into my skin
and i feel your breath on my neck
and i forgive you... so you pull me closer and you kiss my cheek, my forehead, my lips i can taste you i can feel you
and it's so real
...and then i wake up...
sheets thrown everywhere heart racing barely breathing...realize: i'm holding my breath clutch


How?How can you just come back?How?
just come back now so unwelcome, so unexpected right when i was moving on right when i was finally okay How can you just come back?
Did you even think how i'd feel?
..over un-answered texts.. ..over you looking away.. ..over you never being there.. ..over the idea that you just didn't care.. but now it's ruined.. Did you even think how i'd feel?
How can you say you care?
making me anxious for a reply.. making it hurt when you won't look up.. making me feel the need to talk to you one more time..


Confusion...oh dear god...you confuse meConfusion...
you confuse the hell out of me you change your story every day you never find the time to clear it up
but "you want to talk in person"
so come talk to me?
'oh but i'm out tonight'
you confuse me... smile like an idiot..but can't pick up a phone?
feel protective when i'm hanging with your friends.. ..but refuse to chill with me yourself?
you confuse me...the way i feel about you confuses me i want to expel you, throw you, burn you, tear you
from my life... but i'm swept up, sucked in, spinning in
your life... &


WhoreTouch me where we're not supposed to, Just to let me know you care. Hold me close and kiss me hard, Just so I know you're really there. Take off my cloths and I'll take yours, We'll let this happen as it should. Make love as has never been made, Or at least the best we could. I feel dirty and amazingly cheap, So overrated and used. I guess it could have been better, But at least I'm still amused. &Whore


One For The CutterOne For The CutterOne For The Cutter
This one's for
The one who dreams all day Wishing that someone
Will just take them away
This one's for
The one who found their life long mate But soon discovered That being alone was their only fate
This one's for The one whose heart beats black Just because They didn't like them back
This one's for
The one who wears long sleeves To cover up the marks Praying that no one sees
This one's for
The one who never cries While thinking all day How perfect it would be to die


CuttingNOTE: I haven't cut since February 2000. Yay, me!!Cutting
When my world spins wildly out of control and a white-hot shaft of pure pain slices deep into my heart, my mind brings forth images of self-injury.
As I force down my fear and tentatively reach out to another for a touch of comfort, my heart is in my throat. If that hesitant request is misunderstood, goes unnoticed, or is rejected, that fear and pain break free, double in strength, and form a swirling vortex of despair. A tidal wave of self-loathing breaks over my head. Why did I think that my needs were so important? Why didn't I notice that the other person
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"And you came back into my life only to further make my cry. You never really cared for me, you never really loved me as you claimed. Just what kind of man are you for playing with my heart?" - Me
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"Don't let yesterday use up to much of today." -- Native American Proverb.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia."
--E.L. Doctorow
Feeling lucky, punk? [link]
-Aria Licophanie
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...if people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, i'd bet they'd live a lot differently...
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...if people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, i'd bet they'd live a lot differently...
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