superinfatuation

I know now 'cos I am the words. You have written me down line by line in metaphor and simile you've painted a picture of me and my ribbons. In the effortless characters your graphite blood renders my soul. I know now that you have me figured out. Put me under a magnifying glass studied me and found the threads that have unraveled, bits of the tapestry of my mind. I know now what's keeping me sane. A junkie, a slut, a spinner? A spinner of webs, of visions and concepts, imprints of my tattered spirit. Others whisper curses about her, voodoo hexes chanted to heathen gods. But they don't know what I know now. That she's

Maybe. Maybe, that cursed word. The word that kills me, but at the same time, keeps me alive. You said it. Coming from you, maybe is hope. Maybe was like the word hope itself. Hope that we could be something more. That this ring I wear could mean something. Something so pure, like your beautiful words, the delicate verses that flow from your fingers burned like fragile scars into the white lined existence that all lyrics share. Hope that burns, cracks, and smolders this fire, this inferno that ignites, rages inside of me, taking me higher, til I reach dizzy new heights, blinded with the lights, the flames of this brilli

My hand is lonely and craves to embrace yours to entwine our fingers, to hold you close. My angel, my darling, I miss you so much. It's been so long, baby, since I felt your touch. Your beautiful kisses made my breath leap but I think there's a promise that I have to keep. I'll always be there if you need someone to cry to someone to hear you, someone to hold you, someone to reassure you, cos we all have grey days. I've always been attracted like an unbearable force. Sometimes I have to check myself before I fall for you, step over the edge into the endless valley of you that seductive rush when you know you've fallen h

Here I stand, shouting these vows into the wind But you can't hear them I told you before, but we spinned Out of control again So now I must bide my time Like the darkness before the night But even as I pen these lines I think of the last smile, the last sight I had of you...the last time I looked into your eyes I can still remember it, that fine Night that held no lies So here I am with my thoughts and my love for you But somehow you can't see This cold night that I fell into And the simple fact that I could be The person who sees you for who you really are I know what you feel is true Like the light from the brightest star

I think you've given me withdrawl Because your kisses Felt like silk beneath it all And I know your touch will make me miss You so terribly tonight But even more so now I know I want this to be more than just kisses Because, darling, I can see there's more below The beautiful girl I so badly miss Your neck was like velvet as I kissed it And I felt you hold your breath Maybe somehow my feelings can fit With the kisses of the girl I'm missing to death I can't stop this addiction to you I know I can say right now definitively That I'd want no on in the world But you lying here next to me Just like you were tonight when I twirled

These people talk like it's some kind of sickness something that a ribbon and a speech will inoculate you against. like this sick motto will stop the pain of a thousand broken hearts. like there will always be a note or a warning before it happens. like every cookie-cutter kid will fit your so-called signs. Sick motto. "it's ok 2 ask 4 help!"® You disgust me. The catch is, the thing you don't see is that the end of a life is so often signalled by silence. Because most whoa re serious about ending this charade never warn their friends. Leaving the world in shock. in mourning, weeping black tears for someone who will never k

I hate this. I detest being a depression poster child. I loathe the fact that I can't feel good about myself without being pumped full of antidepressants. I want to find out what it's like to be content. to be content by myself. to not need anyone. to not be addicted to the rush of being wanted. to stop filling this bottle of smirnoff with my tears. to stop tearing rose colored rivers into my skin. I used to believe that these insicions were beautiful. now I hate the fiery streaks that I've burned into my arms. I'm done. Done hating myself. You and I are all I can really count on in this fractured reality, this safety g