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After the call.Hurt drips down my neck and rests on my limp shoulders Only increasing the weight that I am so desperate to shed I am drawn to my knees, the tiles bearing the heave of my stuttering suck Of the air that I’m holding so tight it sets like concrete in my lungsAfter the call.
Once housed safely in my mind, the bliss dissolves And is expelled in violently ornate emotion Rising up, solidifying only to obstruct the fan And give a clear view of my sky
by ~tuam-sequere
All you ever wantedLonely is my sleep tonightAll you ever wanted
Once fighting for time, now giving it away
Familiar is this feeling. I have tried to adjust the tolerance. Loss of numbness allows you to caress the happiness gives you exposure to an ache that may never be relieved.
Not as awful as it sounds
Snugly I rest, Like a pulsing heart in your pocket Leaving a warmth on your chest And a bleeding mess on your shirt.
by ~tuam-sequere
The ArtisteMy skin crawlsThe Artiste
And I’m thinking of you Hide what you’re thinking... please! The assumption was that you were dead? You have an opposite affect on me now honey,
You make me sick Adrenaline pumping, heart pounding and my eyes are piercing your name I gag and I know you know I'm choking
Taunt me.
This acknowledgement, I crave The brush at the back of my throat I want to feel something Pick a pigment Im sick of being your canvas You fuck it up every time Face It honey,
You’re wasting paint.
by ~tuam-sequere
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(NOTE: This is not the usual copy and paste thing I’ve done. I’ve spruced it up a bit, to match my tastes, and although that might be inherently arrogant, I nevertheless had to do it to secure my own meaning of friendship. I trust you’ll all forgive me.)
Today is best friend day.
Send this to all your friends, and me if I am one.
If you get back seven, you are loved. (
1-3 You are no friend at all (deal with it, I’m one of ‘em),
4-6 You're an okay friend (with insecurities),
7-9 You're a good friend (or so you would have us believe),
10-& And up, you're a great friend (who uses your comrades as pawns in a chess tournament).
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Send this rose to everyone you care about (or I’ll slap you).
I'm Adam.
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