My plane didn't crash, the accusations swiftly shot me in the heart, why would they check my bags twice over... then leave me lying on the plane wing, bleeding drop by drop onto the people who look like ants. I didn't get a call of congratulations, I only socked an air hostess in the mouth because it was a reflex action when she tried helping me up after we landed. Just let me die already. That wind was so cool upon my face. I miss my home, I miss my life but I no longer feel a part of it. With intention to devour, consume and disolve...
Till death do us part.
I like it when the brush of a hand upon my back turns into the linking of fingers for a brief moment. I don't like it when you pick my faults and tell me it's normal to made fun of so visciously. I didn't like the feeling of crumbling inside my self when you picked and poked and pulled. I liked the moments in the sun, over clouds - cotton. I like being loved steadily, loved furiously I do crave still; to love with an intense passion.. but that only burns quicker.
a. or b. where in the notion that nothing ever sits right.
I just split milk all down my face, top and desk; now where does that leave me?
Till death do us part.
I like it when the brush of a hand upon my back turns into the linking of fingers for a brief moment. I don't like it when you pick my faults and tell me it's normal to made fun of so visciously. I didn't like the feeling of crumbling inside my self when you picked and poked and pulled. I liked the moments in the sun, over clouds - cotton. I like being loved steadily, loved furiously I do crave still; to love with an intense passion.. but that only burns quicker.
a. or b. where in the notion that nothing ever sits right.
I just split milk all down my face, top and desk; now where does that leave me?
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my week was ok, like could be a week at strange parent's home in a tiny desert town
and how are you?
How have you been?
xoxo
~JAx