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I crave you
Like caffeine,
I need you like an addict
Needs their fix
And if I was addicted
Would you mind?
Addicted to what?
You, caffeine
Or cigarettes. Cigarettes?
Would you mind
That I smoke forty
A day or that I shake
Uncontrollably
From caffeine
Withdrawal or overdose?
No? No?
Well, would you mind
That I write, like an addict,
About you and your smile
And your hair and your laugh
And your voice and your beauty?
Yes?
Like caffeine,
I need you like an addict
Needs their fix
And if I was addicted
Would you mind?
Addicted to what?
You, caffeine
Or cigarettes. Cigarettes?
Would you mind
That I smoke forty
A day or that I shake
Uncontrollably
From caffeine
Withdrawal or overdose?
No? No?
Well, would you mind
That I write, like an addict,
About you and your smile
And your hair and your laugh
And your voice and your beauty?
Yes?
Literature
Hate.
I hate myself.
I mean someone has to.
I look in the mirror and all I see,
Is someone ugly.
No matter how hard I try,
And no matter what I say or do,
I mess everything up.
Nothing goes right,
Everything goes wrong.
I can't do anything right.
I want to please everyone,
If I can't be happy then
I should at least make others happy.
I mess everything up.
I can't make anyone happy.
I hate myself.
So do me a favor,
And hate me too.
Because if you hate me,
Then I don't have to hate myself.
Literature
Tears
She was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.
He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.
They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.
Diamond tears from burnt amber
Literature
Feeling.
Nothing.
That is I.
Numb, empty, void.
I'm confused.
Or at least I think I am...
Don't I?
So many questions.
Only one answer:
"I don't know".
How I feel,
What I think,
Why I'm like this;
I don't know.
Who I am;
I don't know.
Not an answer,
But a release, a feeling?
Pain...or no pain.
One blade.
One bottle.
One rope.
One less problem to solve.
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very different.
i love it. (:
i love it. (: