IT'S A CROCK!

i want to scream.

something dark and deep, an explosion of air being compressed between my lungs and mouth as it shatters my vocal chords.

is it really that different?

they are all going to laugh when i lay bloodied in the street again.

an outline drawn in wasted words and hope filled words.

"i really think things are different this time," words that have often been on my tongue lately.

right now they are making me foam at the mouth and choke on my own ignorance.

maybe i'm over reacting.

maybe i'm not.

i know you are lying, i can see it from forty miles and a fortnight.

"you're in my web now, i've come to wrap you up tight until it's time to bite down."

i just got bit.

the venom is seething through my veins and making me go out of my mind.

i'm really just tired of all of it, this stupid act.

do you really need the attention darling?

how many boys hearts do you have to hold before you are content?

i wish for some reason my love could be enough for. i wish it would fill you, and for once your mind would be at ease.

i want to cover you in quiet comfort. i want to make it all okay.

so i try and fail, and try and fail, and then you use me simply to make yourself feel better.

IT'S A CROCK!

i know it too.

i just really don't have the intelligence in me to let it go.

listening to:

"i've been eating for you" - bright eyes (noise floor)

"let's not shit ourselves (to love and be loved" - bright eyes (lifted)

"the recluse" - cursive (the ugly organ)

"see you next tuesday" - the acacia strain (the dead walk)