an update... finally...


we'll see...this morning i woke up to find myself in pieces sewn back together with the threads of an illusion i almost spent a year in the making but the thought that whoever you were in my bed might have loved me gives me enough elastic strength to put on my makeup even though you left me with nothing but love for something that never existed even though you took it away with a phone call and all you could give me to make it hurt less was "baby what do you want me to say?" even though i only let myself cry for a night and its been 2 months last thursday and i'm still thwe'll see...


six weeksthe day gets longer and night slips into a silent harmony under the slighted silhouette of doubt and the knowledge that i am still in love with the idea of a man who once spent the darker hours caught up in a black flat sheet and my arms, when these pages alone brought a smile that said mare than three words whispered between a kiss over a mixtape and baby i fucking love you in memory where i've blurred your inability to grasp subtle communication but what i really mean to say is six weeks of missing the blue in your eyes wears a girl downsix weeks
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But then again I am only 17. What do I know?
Today, there was a spider on the wall of the bathroom stall I was in. So I said "Bitch! Im using this stall!" then I kicked it's ass.
If I was Mr. T...I'd kick your ass...then rape you.
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