Thaaat's me.


Dear Normality- come soon- lovAccuse me Assume pure disorder from me A neurosis in my head you can ALWAYS claim it's there (and don't worry about my voice- I'll get my say when you finally put me in a peni-ten-tiar-y) yeah.Dear Normality- come soon- lov
What would I know about what I feel? PSHT! It's cool- we cool. be selfish like that- you know I always do. Tell yourself you're a saint for finding me!! An angel with two broken wings, (that's me, an angel).
Have you finished ripping tearing putting your red X all over my person-ality? MISSED A FEW SPOTS! I CAN STI


Sweety Fuck.You're late. and I cry. You promised. I'm lying to myself. A promise now broken, is a new bone on an old pile.Sweety Fuck.
And you act so nice so sweet so special- im so special to you When you make a mistake. But later, soon later, I'm a mistake that's yours. and Your a mistake taht's mine and
You're just back to the usual nitty gritty behavior The kind that makes me want to scratch someones eyes out. Or maybe just my skin.
It's the two faced- cliche- personality.
With the lion bastard asshole in one and the little snuggly bunny rabbit in two.


Popmy little brother tried to fly away the other day. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Pop
I can't say what's going to happen. And who's to say they know?
let's not wish what could happen wishing leads to never getting which always leads to sighs. and sighing gets us no where.
There's a balloon wrapped around the finger of a little boy and he wishes it would carry him away to a place that he can not pronounce (Those were always the best of places) and he jumps off a rock wall,
thinking he'd f


bestI try to think of a few words To brand on your heart. something sweet Something... me. Something you won't lose.best
But I can't think My mind was washed clean of all the dirty thoughts the dirty pretty thoughts that we could exchange whenever.
Stripped left with words not to say. I'll just walk away. We always left best, that way.


tell me what you thinkit was two years ago I only said your name and hey when your face flushed a tidal wave of red cells you smiled awkward, walked away I am sorry now for thinking you beautiful not because it's untrue but because of how it made you feel when I told youtell me what you think
Discordance

the promise ringthat cigarette in your hand tells me you're drawn to bad habits and oral fixations those glasses rest up top your head and tell me you're too trendy to read but you see its necessity now, I may be over analyzing, but your lips don't tell me anything when I want to know everything about you your jeans ripped by the factory and eyes fluttering tell me you don't know what you need I need to see your handwriting, know whether you spell your name with a “y” or “ie”the promise ring
And what you do when someone calls you baby. [before we could ever be anything other than You and Me]
I gotta get out of here be
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Just live.
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Just live.
what assholes.
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Just kill this kill-joy
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/matt
I think deviously, therefore, I am deviant.
[devious technology designer / community whore]
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