The soft discolourations
The marks of sever internal bleeding
Such colours can no artist paint on canvas
Created only by the raunchy bite of a lover
The grasping fingers of a desperate feeling
Like an apple that has fallen off the counter
One too many times
Ugly, yet beautiful
Evidence of a secret passion
When one queries the accident,
Sometimes, I don't know why I love you.
Maybe even hate you.
The words you say leave me empty,
Like the hole in the middle of a chocolate chip bagel
Only not so sweet.
That snide comment clings onto my back
Like an abandoned child
Only not so innocent
I'm hollow, a mere sea shell
Washed up upon a deserted beach.
Something used to live here, but it died.
I wonder if you can hear the ocean when you listen to me.
The world seems like a bitter place
When all the tears have fallen.
The box of tissues lies there by the table.
The sadness and grief have been replaced by a surge of hatred
And the tissues lie still, torn shreds of emotion,
Lying on the bloodstained carpet.
When all the tears have fallen
The knives in the cupboard look much more friendly,
The warning on the box of pills becomes blurred.
And dirty streaks down the cheeks are all that remain of the calmer side of hurt.
When all the tears have fallen, nothing is on your side.
Trickles of tears turn into racking sobs.
Rocking back and forth like a hungry stowaway on a rickety vessel
Since I'm the yearbook prefect, this means I have access to an AMAZING digital camera.
His name is Tavi. He's an SLR EOS Canon Digital Rebel with an amazing lense.
Zoom from 25-200.
I love using it.
But I have to take pictures of ALL the sports events.
Model: Canon EOS DIGITAL REBEL
Shutter Speed: 1/160 second
F Number: F/7.1
Focal Length: 70 mm
ISO Speed: 100