Do you love yourself? I don’t have to
answer that. It should matter.
You try to warn him, you tell him
you will want to get inside him, and ruin him,
but he doesn’t listen.
You do this, you do. You take the things you love
and tear them apart
Meanwhile,
there is something underneath the building that is trying very hard
to get your attention—-
a man with almond eyes and a zipper that runs the length
of his spine.
Here we are at the place where I get to beg for it where I get to say Please,
for just one night, will you lay down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we
can stay all buttoned up?
Lying on the sofa with my eyes closed, I didn’t want to see it this way,
everything eating everything in the end.
You see it as a room, a tabernacle, the dark hotel. You’re in the hallway
again, and you open the door, and if you’re ready you’ll see it, but
maybe one part of your mind decides that the other parts aren’t ready,
and then you don’t remember where you’ve been, and you find yourself
down the hall again, the lights gone dim as the left hand sings the right
hand back to sleep. It’s a puzzle: each piece, each room, each time you
put your hand to the knob, your mouth to the hand, your ear to the
wound that whispers.
You’re in the hallway again. The radio is playing your favorite song.
You’re in the hallway. Open the door again. Open the door.
Some pretty signatures I’ve made for forum roleplay stuff.
He’s coming and she knows it
Even though she knows why
Footsteps in the hallway
Girl you haven’t got time
Oh help me but don’t tell me to deny it
I’ve got to cleanse myself of all these lies till
I’m good enough for him
I’ve got a lot to lose and I’m bettin’ high
So I’m beggin’ you before it ends
Just tell me where to begin
And all my charms and all my accidents
Are all just instruments to lock you up
I maaaaaaaaaaay have torrented Topaz Labs filters~
It’ll take some getting used to, but I’m really loving what’s available. Plus! Now I know how people make those pretty painterly graphics that I love!
