i would‘ve died for you but today i realized you would‘nt even live for me
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i would‘ve died for you but today i realized you would‘nt even live for me
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maybe, just maybe I was it.. the thing you were looking for..but you threw me away like the wrappers of the condoms you use to get fucked.. if you even use them.. whore
Sat there as he was, a posture that emanated allure and yet somehow was displeasing, created a sense of self-loathing within me. Self-loathing that I willing projected onto him - Ted* or Teddy.
When what seems like a fog or haze of someone else’s life, used to make me feel like the Oxford’s standard of ‘happy’. Now however, I can think of one hundred and sixty four thousand, nine hundred and thirty two (at the time of print) other words. Although I haven’t discounted any other words that may be associated with that gut wrenching feeling of 'love’. Humorous to think that at the start, like most, I was some one filled with energy, enthusiasm and optimism that I may have actually taken the time to count those words.
*Once he did ask me if I thought whether I thought his name was 'Motherfucker', in which in an ice maiden fashion I heckled, “isn’t that what was written on your death certificate”. Like most men, Teddy used to struggle to read between the lines.
We Lie
Our polite smiles Are so easily fake Our courteous words Are hidden with hate A warmest of welcomes Couldn’t be more wrong A most cheerful refrain From a long hated song Won’t you stay for dinner We really wish you wouldn’t Won’t you have another drink We know you really shouldn’t Our warmest wises goodbye Just another great lie We hope you’ll soon return We much rather you die
I HATE THE SOUND OF PEOPLE LICKING, SWALLOWING, OR CHEWING FOOD. OMFG.
Living Demise
Living Demise
Disturbing
ifinn you may
forgiving truth to be.
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