- I am not afraid anymore. This is a minuscule part of the internet nobody will ever read yet I am another person trying to get across even just a little of what I feel behind my skin turn me inside out I want you to see me these bones ache for you here I am! Please be a voyeur look at me.
- My nails began to hurt the day you asked about the scars on my body, like they were infinite lines on a map you were born to explore until we were both deep inside the hollow of my skull and how you lighted lanterns along my spine to help see the right path. I said turn around to the nearest gas station on the left, you turned me around and penetrated my whole being. Dearest of all my dear I bet you can see through my skin. I bet you had always known how lost I was within myself.
- The day I stop thinking is the day I fade into a mist of memories and warm summers, but snow is falling and tonight I feel so cold.
- There's a garden inside me too. The vines are holding my ribs captive, and the thorns you planted in my heart will never wither. In response to: "You never saw it, but there's a garden inside me." (Shane Jones, Light Boxes)
- You're a kleptomaniac. You've stolen every inch of who I was, kept me inside your filthy closet, until I ended up as dust unknown underneath the sofa.
- I wonder if I were to fade away, would anyone come looking for me? Or will I turn into a hush? A whisper of the dying light?
- I'm tired of providing warmth for a man who does not know how to look at the sun and say I will not let you burn me.
- I liked this boy who had really big hands. Like a mother hen enveloping her children under heavy feathers, He took hold of my heart, warmed it up, until it cracked Open and caves began to form. My arteries held illustrations even a cryptographer could Not understand. It said: My heart is a seashell, empty until you listen Close and hear it whisper your name
jul 14 2014 ∞
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