I keep calling each failure nothing more then another disaster for me to dwell on & write cliche poetry about
& if I can really sum up everything we're working for here as nothing more then a disaster then I guess I'd be about right in your eyes
it hurt to watch in deafening silence as your nails traced your name into someone elses thigh & you promised a night of wonder to her (just like peter pan)
I'm making references to these little story books that mom told me never to believe anyway & I can't quite grasp the concept that love is for princesses not common whores
& when I can't seem to find a perfectly good reason to erase you from my lips you give me one with her in your lap & your hands on her hips
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© Akh
Yea, shorter. I understand it's not so great but you have to be able to step into my shoes to understand the intensity of it.
Don't pretend like you know.<3
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Ha! Love shold be kept in the story books anyways.
Only lust and procreation (though there seems to be noting pro and a shit load of cons to it) are fit for reality.

