half empty

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I am busy drawing pictures

of someone I think I can be.

She is digging a home

behind my ribcage,

inviting her friends to a

mosh pit between my lungs.

I can feel her dancing to the left,

such a rhythmic beating in my chest

it’s almost comforting.

In bed I count the constant faltering

in my own breath, in between the

pity that is crawling from the

corners of my eyes,

she feels it,

starts up again,

climbs my insides like a ladder,

tells me to check the calendar

because this isn’t the

god damn nineties anymore,

no one is studying

the hush in my eyes.

You’ve outgrown your

corduroy shorts, girl

there’s a half empty

bottle of red wine

on the mantle now,

it’s keeping watch

over your sleeping past.

I am watching cars pass

from the window.

Every pair of

waving headlights

is a shaky revelation,

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My heart said; Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word. Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.

Shadows settle on the place, that you left.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it’s a waste of time.
From the perfect start to the finish line.

And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones.
‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.

We are the reckless,
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we’ll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there.

And if you’re still bleeding, you’re the lucky ones.
‘Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
We’re setting fire to our insides for fun.
Collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home,
It was a flood that wrecked this home.

And you caused it,
And you caused it,
And you caused it

Well I’ve lost it all, I’m just a silhouette,
I’m a lifeless face that you’ll soon forget,
And my eyes are damp from the words you left,
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.

And if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one,
‘Cause most of us are bitter over someone.
Setting fire to our insides for fun,
To distract our hearts from ever missing them.
But I’m forever missing him.

And you caused it,
And you caused it,
And you caused it

Life is short and precious, ENJOY IT!

What is it with this “oh my God I just turn 26 I am old, gross and shall die soon” shit?

 

If you write yourself off as old, boring and done for at 29, I pity your future.


One day you will be old and frail, barely in control of your bodily functions. I am pretty certain when that time arrives, you’ll look back on your forties and see so much potential you’ll pine to go back in time…. If you reach your forties that is.

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Count your age by memories and not by years.

Then…

 

 

Sometimes I am a real douche, I’m just too immature to understand beauty .  I am too slow to catch up, deficient in empathy, lacking in sensitivity.

 

Sometimes I am a actual unpleasant person.

Sometimes, when a light grows, it scares me. So, like a kid hiding behind her mothers legs, I bury myself beneath a stone barrier of disregard.

 

Push it all away.

 

Relief flows like water , until it becomes dark and taller than me. Then I am heavy and breathless with sadness.

 

Sometimes, I hate the girl I pretended to be.

 

I wish I could tell you, you are lasting to me, the boy with brown eyes.

 

I know you now.

 

 

Cross my heart and hope to fly.

How can I create a work of art
Tangled over a dishwasher that just won’t start?
Domestic bliss, are you taking the piss?
I need a minute on my own
Minute on my own

So I cross my heart and hope to fly
And fuck right off into the middle of the sky
Where no one can find me
Where no one can see
That would be my ecstasy

Our clothes are on the floor
And so are our hearts
Your necklace and your pearls
Are your entourage

A pictured locket
A ring in my pocket
I need a minute on my own
Minute on my own

So I cross my heart and hope to fly
And fuck right off into the middle of the sky
Where no one can find me
Where no one can see
That would be my ecstasy….