And in one breath, he whispered every reason why I was the wrong man.
His kiss burned.
If his eyes are razor wire, I wish to slice myself upon them endlessly.

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And in one breath, he whispered every reason why I was the wrong man.
His kiss burned.
If his eyes are razor wire, I wish to slice myself upon them endlessly.
response to some upsetting event
If I could change it,
I would
But I can’t.
And life moves…
I won’t say that it moves on though.
Its motion is more like a winding, snaked path
Each bend becoming more drastic than the last
Till all you leave behind is a tangled mess.
And you take that mess.
That mess is what you show others
We all parade around with our tied up garden snakes,
Holding them up to one another
Proclaiming:
Here
This is me
This is who I am
There are many snakes like my snake
But this snake
And its knots
Are uniquely mine.
Uniquely mine-
Sometimes we hate that individualism;
We want to untangle our snakes and retie them
Into some other more fashionable cordage,
But each time we try
And untangle
Our little snake screams out:
No,
This is you
And you are me
Unraveling our bonds will only unfurl the banners
That you hold
So close to your heart.
So we keep our snakes tangled
Even though our friendly contortionist may hurt
We keep our snake wiggling in pain
Because eventually
The pain will go away-
We will learn to accept our shape
And develop even more
Magnificence
Even more
Cacophony
Even more
Bloodthirst
Even more
Conviviality.
Knots.
And each knot adds to that
wondrous weave that we call
“me”
For we are not just a snake tangled into a mess
But a creature cursed
To crawl onto its belly
And make the best of it
So make the best of it
We shall
Hiss towards the sun
Curse your Zeus and seek lightning
And feel the warmth of their embrace.
Meisner teaches repetition
So I’ll play the scenes of you and me
Until all that’s left is my intent
“Cigarette”
I’ll kiss you goodnight
With my fingers gently touching your neck
Almost a promise to hold you close forever
And in the next moment
I’ll let go
And watch you fall to the ground
Feel my foot on your throat
Choke
English: okay so we’re going to spell the word for slowly heating something up to a manageable temp like this “thaw”
Everyone: *accepts that as a practical way of spelling*
English: and the spelling for the word for an idea or notion will be “thought”
Everyone: *wondering how the fuck you pronounce that*
English: and they both sound the exact same but the second one has a T sound at the end!
Everyone: *going along with it but very confused*
English: but get this you cunts, I’m throwing in a dope ass word that has nearly the exact same same spelling has “thought” it’s gonna be “though” but it sounds absolutely nothing like the other two words and it’s gonna leave your mouth feeling like an incomplete word, lacking depth or meaning, and it’s not even gonna be a fucking noun or an adjective but you’re gonna use it all the time
Everyone: *shaking, crying, shitting, clutching their pearls*