the emptiest word in the worldyou're the kind of beautiful that breaks down centuries.More Like This
you have the appeal of bloodied smiles and epidemics and time winding down on the cliff edge of your poet's mouth. you're holding together shattered dreams between scarred palms and sobbing with the strain, but refusing to let go. you're picking up birds with broken wings and taping them together, refusing to give up even when they teeter off your flesh to plummet to earth like stone. refusing to stop, refusing to give in, refusingrefusingrefusing--
and you keep repeating: one more time, one more breath, one more and you'll fix them.
you're two shades from a sunrise and four seconds from a meltdown and you're still not afraid to go dancing barefoot in the ash. you're choking on smoke and spitting up wine and pulling truths from between your fractured fingers. you're licked clean and scarred and your lungs are ballooning until the air is too thick and your voice is lost in the aftermath. you're falling through closed windows onto
Shouldn't've kissed youI should never have kissed you,More Like This
should not have given life
to the near-dead feelings I harbored
deep in a secret place
within my heart
I should not have asked you for a ride.
I should have know what it would come to,
should have known you would want me to fuck you,
should have known that I would.
I knew that I still loved you
but I never realized how much.
I should have been less reckless.
Now, I'm confused
and I keep trying to contact you
even though it's fruitless
like a cat,
you'll come back to me when you feel like it
you'll come back to be petted
and taken care of
I should have used my head this time
instead of thinking with my heart.
I should have been less caring
but I can't leave you alone;
I can't leave you.
I indulge you too much.
It's as if I'm in possession of your most favorite
and as soon as you pin me with that
wide-eyed and innocent
How could I deny you?
it'd be too cruel.
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(pieces of you)
My neighbors complain,but dont have a clue
The stench is so bad,its pieces of you
You tried to leave,I asked you to stay
I reached for my gun,I blew you away
They asked if you left me,I awnser its true
Down in the basement are Pieces of you
Silly as it often seams to be
When I cut you in pieces,I finally felt free
In a trash bag on the basement floor
Its coverd with flys,you old filthy whore
As time goes on ,I met someone new
One night in the basement,she found pieces of you
She screamed for help,as I pulled her hair
Her neck snaped,falling down the basement stairs
You'll never be lonly ,no matter what you do
Now there are pieces of her,next to pieces of you
Pumped Up Kicks -Hetalia-Alfred awoke that morning, and it seemed like any other. He brushed his brown hair out of his face, and dragged himself out of bed. His house was eerily silent, because as always, he was alone. His dad used to leave before he woke up and came home after he slept (And Sometimes he didn't come home at all). It was the only way to bring home the money, his father used when Alfred complained. So Alfred stopped complaining. Alfred stopped feeling. He got used to being alone.More Like This
Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.
He stared into the mirror, and sleepless hazel eyes looked back at him. He'd only managed 2 hours of sleep today. To say he had a lot on his mind would be an understatement. Of course, by himself, he had a lot of time to think.
He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun.
His thoughts consumed him, though over time, they had changed from one thing to another. When he