HERE’s some stuff.
Oh I wrote this on an airplane and myGAH does it EVER look EMO(oooooo). Seriously I have not progressed at all since high school, it’s official.
Whaddayagonnado. The heart pours out, regardless. I always have someone in mind when I write in 2nd person.
I’m just trying to get my life in order
Here: have something healthy for you.
We’re just two kids whose parents are disappointed in us.
It’s the expectations that’ll kill ya, and I’m just trying to drag you back from the edge that doesn’t exist for me, except as an extension of yourself as an extension of my heart…
I won’t be happy until you are.
Is that a healthy dependency.. I don’t know, depends on your will to go forward. Depends on whether you can redefine what your worth means.. Is it too much for me to force that on you, I don’t know. Yes. Maybe. Hard for me to see you sitting in the abyss as such…
I am not my own anymore, haven’t been for the last three years. Please stay until the end. We have a long way to go.
If you think I’m on drugs when you see me dance, well you’re halfway right. There’s been something burning through my veins with a vengeance and the bass kicks in as the catalyst for the most unstable kind of chemical reaction.
Body, acidic, I’mma devastate the dance floor, nuclear warhead style, get these people blinking from the wreckage like where did that come from…
(I wrote that, but I don’t really like it. Oh well, I’ll leave it here and edit it to be better later).
not TOO much happiness.
I am terrified
Dizzy from want
heads I win tails we
(what more could be
I have given so much
4 minutes left until the future-
can’t decide to run
towards a cliff that could be an
Oh such sweet mirages
in my head
Oh Doctor let it be good news.
praying for the benign
praying for enough heat to keep warm
without being set on
diseased kaleidoscope of
prior to the
(f major, in the key of)
is still known.