sitting alone, it shakes me: scrambles my emotions until i am something that resembles a sink hole.
i paint the shine on my nails to get away from the chipped-bland of yours. you can use my remover if you want, but you'll still always look the same to me. and when i go to sleep early in the night it's because i don't want to stay conscious long enough to know you're alive. and you're never there in my dreams, except for last week when you died.
you're defenseless, and maybe that's why i don't like you. when it's dark out and no one can see your face, you swear that you can stand up, but in the morning you can't do a damn thing.
and you laugh for acceptance. because if you were left out, what would you be but a bruise on their memories? something painful and unwanted. so you change, but it's never good enough to smile when you look in the mirror.
i look at your empty space across the room, and feel nothing. i wish you'd stay outside all year. but even so, it's nice to be free every now and then. while we're showering in our sophisticating way of life, you're using the chlorinated pool. laughing with its waves, and singing with the falling of stars.
and that's why the windows are closed near the pool.
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don't even ask.
about my sister.
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where is ur new poems?? ;[
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wow. everything okay ashleyness?
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omg, i don't really hate her. the 'i hate her laugh' thing was my inspiration.
weird story..but i'll tell you anyway..
okay, so i was in my room listening to music and stuff, and all i can hear is her laughing like way too loud. it was so freaking annoying..she was like all the way across the house and like screaming her laugh.... so then i just took the anger i had and typed it. don't ask...
and i still don't like her laugh. -.-
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