Stars and Benu
WOMAN! Why u do this to me.
Thanks for absolutely ruining all my plans for self destruction. Doing all that giving me hope stuff. Bringing back all the memories like a smell that just too sweet it almost makes you nauseus.
Pulling me from my damm hidey hole. Where i thought i could be indifferent towards everything you have to come at just the right time and tear all the indifference out of me. U just wonder if i can hold you accountable this time. But i think i've grown enough to know that nobodys responsible for me but me.
How in gods name did you make me laugh, and make me flamboyant and flippant again. I'm glad you liked the poem. I'm glad you're happy. I'm glad i was happy. And for once in awhile i dont have to distrust that happiness because I dont owe you anything except my sparkling personality and some conversation.
I'd like to kill you for making me smile again, but if i had my way i'd probably lift you up spin you in circles and laugh until we're giddy. And then sit down and hold you like i'll never ever ever ever ever ever ever let you go [all over] again.
I can hear bells in the night sky, because they are not stars. Only time will tell if this was good [what is good ala desmond kon]. But for now it's just as perfect as everything else about you. Since you cant abide by imperfection [and honnestly neither can i]. For now time will tell.
Hope is such a dangerous thing. I'm in so much trouble for putting my life in something as thin as dreams and stardust, butterflies and shooting stars. One of my hugest failings is to always love the beautiful more than the pratical. I hope someone will pick me up when the bubble pops.
Theres still so much i have to say to you unfortunately we had to keep our conversation short. Another day perhaps.
I'll try to be alive again. For myself. For you. For all who can still love me.
You're the first person i think who i've ever told why Sirius is my favourite star. I guess because i've only just remembered. I love stars, Stars are beautiful. Please read Stardust. If you dont by the end of this year i'll buy it for you.
I've officially got enough rope to hang myself. But its nice to feel alive once again.
Thanks for absolutely ruining all my plans for self destruction. Doing all that giving me hope stuff. Bringing back all the memories like a smell that just too sweet it almost makes you nauseus.
Pulling me from my damm hidey hole. Where i thought i could be indifferent towards everything you have to come at just the right time and tear all the indifference out of me. U just wonder if i can hold you accountable this time. But i think i've grown enough to know that nobodys responsible for me but me.
How in gods name did you make me laugh, and make me flamboyant and flippant again. I'm glad you liked the poem. I'm glad you're happy. I'm glad i was happy. And for once in awhile i dont have to distrust that happiness because I dont owe you anything except my sparkling personality and some conversation.
I'd like to kill you for making me smile again, but if i had my way i'd probably lift you up spin you in circles and laugh until we're giddy. And then sit down and hold you like i'll never ever ever ever ever ever ever let you go [all over] again.
I can hear bells in the night sky, because they are not stars. Only time will tell if this was good [what is good ala desmond kon]. But for now it's just as perfect as everything else about you. Since you cant abide by imperfection [and honnestly neither can i]. For now time will tell.
Hope is such a dangerous thing. I'm in so much trouble for putting my life in something as thin as dreams and stardust, butterflies and shooting stars. One of my hugest failings is to always love the beautiful more than the pratical. I hope someone will pick me up when the bubble pops.
Theres still so much i have to say to you unfortunately we had to keep our conversation short. Another day perhaps.
I'll try to be alive again. For myself. For you. For all who can still love me.
You're the first person i think who i've ever told why Sirius is my favourite star. I guess because i've only just remembered. I love stars, Stars are beautiful. Please read Stardust. If you dont by the end of this year i'll buy it for you.
I've officially got enough rope to hang myself. But its nice to feel alive once again.
posted by Seython at 4:34 am
2 Comments:
I called Sammy in the morning he said i'm in trouble. His obversavations are usually astute. Trouble it is. Would you like to supersize?
Friendships are never trouble,
and can't usually be bought at Mcdonald's........Although I'm sure Mcdonalds would beg to differ.
Nope, no supersize please, I'm on a diet la.
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