The Things I Write

"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."William Woodsworth.

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I prefer to live my life with the windows down and the radio up,with sunglasses on and shoes off and surrounded by people who make me laugh,'for i dearly love to laugh'

Friday, January 05, 2007

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Change

No one wants to

Some have to

Others choose to

My change was forced

Help myself, complete myself,

Only

Trust myself

Her change was chosen

Pounding fists into already broken glass

Thoughtlessness, carelessness

Selfishness

My change was forced

Rebuild what was lost

Hold strong to love

Fight the doubt

His change was chosen

Throw it all for something

‘purely physical’

Needing the security in my touch

No one wanted this

But

I didn’t do this

This was done to me

Change

No one wants to

Some have to

Others choose to

- - -

two am writings
Current mood: betrayed

I wonder

Does trust mean more to me?

Did you really mean the things you said?

I think

You fooled me

We aren't the same at all

I know

I never could do this to you

I wouldn't exploit your fragility

I wonder

Was it worth it to you?

When will you move on and away?

I think

I can't trust you, no matter how hard I try

You'll take advantage of my forgiveness

I know

I am better

I am not you and you are not me.

- - -

Our melodious laughs echoed through

Dorm doors and sickening filth

Our benevolent-to-a-fault minds

Worked on the same paintings

I never went without you

I never doubted our bond

Maybe I should have, maybe

I was blind.

Nothing is innocent

About the way you play

I seethe, I loathe, I'm sickened.


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