to love you is to be hurt by you to be cut by you to be wounded to love you is to be used by you to be all consumed to be ruined.

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to love you is to be hurt by you to be cut by you to be wounded to love you is to be used by you to be all consumed to be ruined.
Another Starving Jew
I feel a rolling sadness moving in like thick radioactive tide from Fukushima; thinking of you not knowing which goodbye is the real goodbye, and which are only casually used to mark time. Our time together was like conscription for you. I was patient until you could no longer love another starving Jew. Pain’s made me deep but only as deep as a wound that has opened today, in the war’s way the way I remember you.
the man, the myth, the legend.
I have a review of Turtles All The Way Down 🐢 Coming out on Monday (if I actually take a nice photo for the blog 🙈) I’ve been trying to plan for a novel/short stories today and my brain hurts to much... I didn’t want to write anything creepy, I’ve been trying to think of a nice YA novel or maybe a romance, but no. All of my ideas turn sour. As in a character dies or something weird happens to them, maybe that’s my calling, maybe I should just write a weird novel and see how it goes 😂💀 #amwriting #johngreen #turtlesallthewaydown #bookreviews #bookblogger #lookingforalaska #thefaultinourstars #thriller #creepywriter #cantwritenicethings
poem for a man with cloud hair
he meets you at a bar you show up high his hair is grey as storming April skies he sniffs you like a dog, he knows the drugs. He tells you that for years, you’ve had enough. Your blood is full of tranquilizer calm. His words are soft and forceful as a bomb. He sees you for the monster that you are, but he calls you “friend”, and pulls you from the tar. Your cowboy boots are black, your knees are too. The things he says are gunshots, but they’re true. And you, an asteroid that has no course, for a moment, feel the orbit in his voice. You’re trouble since the day that trouble ‘came you got Roche and Pfizer settled in your veins But them turbulence make storm clouds blow away and if you’re human, then you need to feel the rain.
The Season
The holiday season is fast approaching You know what that means Work functions cocktail parties maybe even a wedding or two The little black dress in full effect the glamorous statement piece. The Hollywood inspired bullshit of November thru Jan, then everyone remembers they're broke then everyone remembers they're broken then the debt puts its hands on your collarbone and your cancer comes home.
The Behaviour
You can't understand the behaviour of a girl been with death for so long. He don't give her no directions He don't let her play along. And she wants to love you with freedom, And she wants to love you with ease she tries, but that death, he's behind her and he's forcing her down to her knees. So don't judge her too harshly now. You're the light that she's longing to see through the skeletal hands always coverin her eyes through the door where them other men leave.
Rose
You feel sad for me you say, "that's dynamite"when I tell you what I'm on. Then you say you have to go to your daughter and your rose-lipped son. My curtains are perfectly still The breeze is too cold to blow. The candle flickers a eulogy. I lit it for me, so I know.