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the aesthetic of uglinessI wish I could tattoo your words on my skin with fluorescent ink so I could be the only one who could read them.
'This night is magical',I said,with too many pills and cheap wine in my system.
'You're magical.'you said,sitting down on the cold floor,in that old,messy dorm-room.
I remember you perfectly,hollow as an icon;it was too sacred to not taint it.You,beautifully lonely,with a green tea in your soft hand,me with the bottle of wine,smiling at you and screaming to the whole world words of sorrow and regrets.
I laughed at him and told him'I don't cut my veins,I just stroke them with the razor.'But I was telling the truth.
Tell me stor
theseDisordersAre MeWake up every morning,wishing I didn't.[wishing I died in my sleep.Fast,painless,no regrets preceeding the so wanted infinite-sleep.]
Looking in the mirror to see if I shrank.No,not today.Starve today.Starve 'till these abominable feelings go away,starve&starve,till you become like Alice.'Till you reach Wonderland&Neverland (or probably the psychiatric hospital again),'till these songs speak to you like they used to.'Till the blood who's pouring from you stops and you feel like a child again. ['You should stop being so immature.' 'But,Mom,I don't want to grow up!Who says you gotta grow up?!?] These are your disorders speaking,imposin
she's lost control againI eat dreams&&coffee for breakfast,lunch and dinner.
I'm listening to the radio,as wires and cables sorround me with electricity that hurts every bone of my fragile body.
I crumble under your heavy touch and I feel the stars&the moon&Venus on my night kissed skin.
I dance,dance,dance under the bruised sky,alone at the end of the days,'till the snow will suck me dry.I'll burry myself in it,you'll tuck me in your ice cold hand and...
You told me you liked my craziness.You told me I'm like Jekyll&&Hyde.You told me you want to see me at both.
I told you you shouldn't want to.
I'm a mOnster.I cut and burn myself,I burst in the fl
for him,the boy who caresTears of rain between
When we kiss
At 2 in the morning
In front of your abandoned house.
I feel light,weightless
In your arms.
Traces of violet ink
And turqoise into
I stole from the box of paper buttons
And I gave you the butterfly
Which barely breathed
In my lonely,broken heart,
Which barely beat.
I kneel in my scraped knees
(From too many stumbles
On the cold,October road,
Full of breathless leafs)
And I beg you forgivness:
I know I'll let you down.
27He had 27 bones
in his left hand, all under a thick netting
of coral reef. He had 27 bones in his right hand too, each perfectly preserved.
Both hands held their breath
as he approached stage exit.
Hit every bar, tour every state.
A river runs interstate through Texas.
Small yellow lines jump straight through it.
Take the US-27 from Fort Wayne to Miami. A second doesn’t make it
to his destination.
Cobalt. Aluminum. A third was found dead, drowned in his pool,
an empty shot glass floating beside him.
Cobalt weighed down his shoulders. Alumi
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