The truth is
you like the way he used you
and did not find you delicate and kept you awake
with the spare change of his mouth.
he called you goddess
and you believed him,
his hands pressing your knees
back to the wall
crippling your expensive words
into stick figures.
you liked feeling his need for you
in the tight knot
where his belt
bullied your skirt
and the way the sky went empty
when he touched you
became your religion;
but the stitches in his heart
tripped up your feet
and broke you like a vagrant
who crept low
under the dimming stars.
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If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?
Why is it considered necessary to nail down the lid of a coffin?
It's got a great style :
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I'll write with more coherence than I'll ever speak
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The cold sensation of steel, upon my skin sends a shiver down my spine.
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opulent, tremendous, stupendous, gargantuan, bedazzlement.. a sensual ravishment.. it will be, spectacular spectacular!!!
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Believe in what I am because it's all I have today, and tomorrow who knows where we'll be (8)
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"Reality can take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut." Stephen King
Thanks to !noki-woo for the avi!
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"There are two tragedies in life.
One is not to get your hearts desire.
The other is to get it."
George Bernard Shaw
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