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linger with me for a moment at the risk of being devoured... date: Aug 29th, 2006 4:21:51 pm |
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hold me at arm's length like you would a snake it's in my nature to catch you looking the other way and get my teeth in and out before you feel it hit while still rubbing the spot that's already been bit. originally posted: March 03, 2006 |
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don't say you're sorry. you're not sorry. people are always "apologizing." it's the new rage in avoidance. "i'm sorry i didn't get back to you..." and, "sorry i've been too busy to..." yeah. whatever. thing is, you're not sorry. you just can't think of anything real to say like, "i'd respond, but i'm trying to keep you out of my head, because i know if i let you in...." or, "i hate it that i like you even a little bit, so i'm withdrawing myself from your overbearing black sunshine." but no. it's always just "i'm sorry i didn't ---" yeah. whatever. complicators, you apologizers. originally posted elsewhere at another time date: Aug 29th, 2006 4:32:04 pm |
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i took the hints too far which one will do when they've waited for hints without hope for this long i am not a paper doll to line up hand to hand with all the other paper dolls one big smiling happy family what was my quiet hunger is now an obvious growl and hard to hide when i can smell your fear Jun 4th, 2006 6:32:45 am |
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i tell myself a thousand times a week i will not say anything i will not be that girl i will not make an ass of myself AGAIN but i do if i even look at you every hair stands on end just touch me once on the small of my back and i'll break a sweat or a song or some sign that lets on what's wrong, what's wrong with wanting you?... and do you really mind if i do? Jun 5th, 2006 12:32:26 am |
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i heard you before i saw you took my time with the eyes but could've named that tune in one note exude. a word that's you. the i-could-have- but-i-want-not is all i ever knew and probably all i care to eyes to the ceiling, floor, no more focusing on the arms and hands and what they do and what they could... i listen opened eyes closed. Jun 5th, 2006 12:47:38 am |
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attention is a drug. you don't realize that if you've never had your poison. someone comes along and shows you a new push, a new method, a new variety, and all of a sudden you're addicted. a normal and not-lonely person can turn into a fiending junkie overnight, waiting for the next hit of that good shit.. useless as nancy spungen on a three-week binge... (originally posted 26.2.06) |
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don't worry i won't really i'm too inspired by what isn't Jun 17th, 2006 11:49:28 am |
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those awful things i say pale in comparison to the actions i repress and throw away not touching you is a total act of will of yours, it must be, because my own would feel you pressed between a wall and me with room to only writhe and breathe barely. Jun 18th, 2006 11:50:38 pm |
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i want you. i want you. i want you. and you sit there with the confidence of a most-wanted man. smiling, a secret, a king. i shake in my ache and my need to touch you forbidden fruit. Jul 2nd, 2006 11:06:13 pm |