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HE sits there, staring at the word tattooed on HIS arm. HE flexes HIS fingers, making the letters ripple across HIS lightly tanned skin. Thoughts flit through HIS mind faster than HE can grasp them. Confusion, loss, hate, sadness. HE reaches over the desk and opens a drawer, rummaging through it until HE reaches the bottom.
HE pulls out a gun. Small, light, something familiar. HE releases the clip and checks the number of rounds in it. Full. HE slides it back
y'no?y'no that feeling? yea, that one, the one that nags at the back of your skull, the one that tells you that its to good to b true, but u ignore it?y'no?
y'no how it hurts? when i look over and they're laffin and havin a good time without me,
even tho i was just over there and they were bored to tears with me around?
y'no they hate me? then why the hell did you let me b near them?
y'no i love you? and i get a knife to my heart when ur seeing other ppl?
yea, y'no
that
| i write and draw a little just an amateur sketcher though so don't expect brilliance |
Fella Maker
we're wasting time here.do you remember that morning we woke up in each other's freezing arms? the sun was shining on our faces after a long night of walking and "fuck my life"s and music blaring across town and you dressing up as a woman because we both know you'll do anything to make me smile. candles line the edges of the pavement as we sneak off to go collect cigarettes and hide behind filled recycling bins to fill our innocent lungs with the faint hint of death.we're wasting time here.
do you remember sleeping in the car when no one would leave us alone? my childish blanket covering our problems for the moment, until we both fall under the lust of the other's eyes. and th
wear this on your wrist.the mornings you slit my throat were always my favorite.wear this on your wrist.
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as long as your breath is still sliding across my spine, i'm fine. your fingernails are scraping across my sides and painting my pale skin with shining red. bruises are colored across my thighs and a trail of bites are still on my wrists. welts are forming on my shins and my knuckles are burning burning burning. my eyes are black. but then again, so are my nails. your elbow is slowly finding it's way between my too-small ribcage. you're tearing at my heart with your back teeth and i'm not sure what's going on anymore, but atleast you're still holding me
| mostly i like the darker, more dramatic images and poetry and the majority of me fav's are from A soooo... |
| well i'm seventeen i like long walks on teh beach, and candlelight dinners lol people say i'm a good writer well i'll let you see for yourself i'll post my writings when they get written so don't expect a lot really quickly |
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I'm killing my heart, i'm tearing out everything i've ever loved
and i'm standing here with my bloody hands, wondering why
why does it have to end this way?
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love the art, it's amazing
wish the old lady woodn't threaten to disown me if i did that...
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I'm killing my heart, i'm tearing out everything i've ever loved
and i'm standing here with my bloody hands, wondering why
why does it have to end this way?
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I'm killing my heart, i'm tearing out everything i've ever loved
and i'm standing here with my bloody hands, wondering why
why does it have to end this way?
same back
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I'm killing my heart, i'm tearing out everything i've ever loved
and i'm standing here with my bloody hands, wondering why
why does it have to end this way?
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