of hands and pantsmy hands will always be open you know you can always hold them except those times when i shove them into the pockets of these too-tight jeans that i only bought for youof hands and pants
and those times when they're holding my coffee only needed because of my fear of falling asleep and dreaming of you
and, of course when they're adjusting the volume on the headphones that i thought you'd liek that i sort of bought to drown you out
and the rest of the time when i clasp them together for hope of it feeling like
untitledslowly, i'm easing myself over you. i'll always still wish what we had was still there but really. why aim for something that you'll never have again? why hate yourself when you could stop it? you're not worth it you're perfect but not for me.untitled
abuse:r:as if you're anything alone you don't realize how much you need me i'll forgive these fake smiles if you notice how far they go eyebrows raised, as if to say "i'm better than you." which i'm sure you believe i'm sure you also think you could live without me. i'd like to see you try. tell me, who would you go to? who else would you call? who else would lie and tell you you're someone? face it, you can't manage without someone like me guiding you, sculpting you letting you be yourself but even when you are you're just little bits of otherabuse:r:
more cliche poetryyou are the essence of all of my clichéd poetry your beautiful and stupid insights could never mean moremore cliche poetry
why is it that we never love what's best we always want so much more so we go for what's worst
so now i know that you'll never let me heal and your perfect and vapid smile will never shine on me
i'll never never understand why you can't let someone go i know i'm finally over us but i can't get over you
Wait for meI can't breathe anymore, but it feels like one of your kisses taking my breath away. My body's starting to go numb, but it feels like the after glow of one of our nights together. My vision's going dark, but it feels like the relief when I know you're alright. Wait for me...Wait for me
humbert, lolitalolita looks on with humbert mentality, humbert, of course, with loli's brutality. together, the two, they make such a pair, pretend to be happy while passers-by stare, hands intertwined, feign content for so long, but alone, you see, it's gone terribly wrong.humbert, lolita
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Dum spiro spero.
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