reliving the day that started everything is sickening but my hands are still holding on tight to the secret bruises.cracking and striping them bare is like being electrocuted, but at least it helps me let them go.

she was beautiful. grand canyon eyes and a smile that seemed to hold the entire universe sparkling inside everytime she laughed.

and a hundred and ten unsaid words.

seeing you again sets me on fire burning the words to ashes on my tongue. i guess some things weren't meant to be.

so tell me im fucking delicous or die trying because im tired of wanting you to stick me back together again .

rip easily, as you found out.

to everything you do, you say, even the beautiful way you break my heart

your saliva tastes like backwash.

'You can hate yourself, but darling you'll never hate me' when he said that I just about went crazy

its not my fault she was beauitful.

...will you?

if tomorrow exsisted, im sure it would save me.

One of a series of monologues I wrote for a character in my head, Christian Gant, a guy who's ...not too right in the head and trying to make sense of it all.

This has been rattling around in my head for months now, so i thought i'd write it down. A triffel odd but i quite like it.

I pity anyone who does not live to see the day