intentional, but not without guilt

04 January 2008 @ 1:35 pm

mygod my god.
with a serrated knife and a dirty blanket,
two impassive eyes and fragile disposition;
we’re hurling our metal parts over the bridge
and since everyone else seems to know,
this here, our bones:

It's so goddamn hard to be brave these days,
around here; With you
talking only in vowels
telling you that I almost love you,
hearing liar liar more than my own name.
what's worse?
giving up secrets, or speaking lies?

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