January 2011
3 posts
Fuego
you just laughed and laughed and i could see your teeth falling through the bones falling through the gaping hole in your throat, that someone will make
that someone will carve through you one day.
there are so many eating me up. tiny patches;; the burning holes left from a cigarette. so much fire seems to take up my life when all im wishing for is the rain
oh sweet rain oh dear rain oh god...
i've dabbled in being a bitch,
and hey, maybe I still am.
But is it just me, or is it none of anyone’s fucking business who I want to talk to everyday? Or kiss? Or maybe just be able to lace fingers with, or walk in the rain, or laugh uncontrollably on the floor? Is it anyone’s business?
I want to live my life for me, and as much as I’d love to please everyone, I can’t.
I don’t mean to be mean,...