| Queen Of Apology |
[Sep. 24th, 2008|07:32 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | In bed | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  hot | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Get It Together//Midtown | ] |
I walked into a city of bright lights and fairy tale nights. I wrote 'where are you?'s' along every street light so maybe you'd catch shadows. On the brighter side of city nights, this town is fading fast. I'm tired of these fingertip evaluations but like a drug...I keep getting pulled back. You have my brain spinning but in the same way a cd skips. This is home. This is the place that understands my head and my heart. Fuck the metaphors. These are high hopes against my words. Sometimes, only sometimes, I'm reminded of places only visited under sheets and behind lids. Those nights with you leave my stomach in knots, and it scares the hell out of me. I thought I was indestructible. I'm tangled in the sheets of another night. Tear them away. Scream your intentions out loud. Imagery has a chokehold, so does cupid, or so they say. I would burn down the sky just to get this right. I'm drawing x's across the scars and o's across your lips. An inevitable press of lips. I'm hanging on to every second of this, holding on tight. When I blink these minutes will turn to hours and these hours into miles. A memory. I am enough. Checkmarks never meant that much anyway. Tonight is liquor and lines behind smiles and 'I'm fine's" but every glance is directed towards you. Eyes are heavy. Lack of sleep and thoughts of you. If you think you know what this is, you're wrong. |
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