September 2009
5 posts
darkling, I listen.
and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful death.
I got a new tattoo. it’s a bird, on my foot. I like it alot.
the boys are leaving again in 15 days and I’m not ready. I hate being alone.
I miss katie.
martha stewart mamasitaaaa.
yesterday I went shopping for silverware and real towels and glasses and bowls, because we have nothing in our yucky filthy house. my room is a mess but I don’t have the motivation to clean it. downside being I know spencer won’t, so eventually I will. I have laundry to fold too, and I hate laundry.
I really miss katie. I do. I always know how much she means to me, but I’ve...
tearing your ventricles apart.
this is the story of the boys who loved you
who love you now and loved you then
and some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you
and some just laid around in bed
some had crumbled you straight to your knees
did it cruel, did it tenderly
some had crawled their way into your heart
tearing your ventricles apart
this is the story of the boys who loved you.
