looks like it's too late for me.


has anyone told you latelyi'm running out of places to hide my feelings,has anyone told you lately
my teeth are breaking from these lies i keep on spilling out, and soon my bones will follow.
i don't know if anyone has
told you lately, that you're beautiful. or that she is breathtaking and he is unbelievable, i
can't find many more words.
four a.m and i'm pacing the loungeroom floor, my world is upside down and this, this, is me losing it.
and it's funny cause, the rain reminds me of you.
photos remind me of her.
tattoos remind me of him. &n


rarotongawhen I leave you I smell like Rarotonga, and the fabric of your wheelchair.rarotonga
you rode in in a very different way, but you saved me nonetheless. your arms are the strongest I've ever felt and I can't help but crave everything about you. I lay in bed, holding my hands to my nose, breathing you in. my lungs have never felt so good than with you inside them.
when I'm with you I laugh until my cheeks hurt, and I can't stop tracing your tattoos.
your skin contradicts itself, your hands are so rough while your shoulders are so broad and soft. I want to smooth out the harshest parts of you, outside an


ten minutesten minutes of each day is spent on trying to get over you, the other 23 hours and 50 minutes is spent remembering whyten minutes
i never will.
you're written on my brain, dear.
here we go again, you walk in and i fall down down, and count the ways in which i love you then try to match each one with what i hate.
it doesn't work so well.
i never think about you except for every moment of the day, but the thing is, you're covered in armour and i can't find the strength to
break you out.
you're the most dangerous thing


i live in a world of fantasyand i live in a world of fantasy where the nastiest word is reality and there's nothing i wouldn't do to claw my way out.i live in a world of fantasy
i lie to myself every damn day the truth inside me is starting to decay and i'm beginning to wonder if i'll be anything more than this.
and i'm an actress on and off stage
the world of pretend is simply a cage and hard as i try i can't find the key to fit the lock.
i can hide in the darkness and in the misery it's easier than admitting what is wrong with me and i guess i'm trying to remember who i was before all this.
and i


she glued my hands together.It is too bad no one told you these things before, it really is. I want to get down on my knees and pray to all the maybe-Gods out there, ask them if they know what will happen to us, if it is too late after all. I think they would all be insulted because I do not actually believe in them, they would leave me unanswered. That is okay though. Because I can shake you until you are screaming for me to stop, I can paint a book of words, and make the i-do-not-care's turn into i-need-to-feel-alive-again's, I can watch you glue my hands together. I will not do these things though. Not tonight. Tonight I will walk through the anonymshe glued my hands together.


The rest is easy.This is not the hardest thing I've ever had to do.The rest is easy.
Putting down thoughts for you
to think about and put down.
The hardest thing is
forcing my heart out through my mouth.
Forcing one foot in front of the other.
I've reduced cradle
to the grave
to an infantile
crawl.
These days, I will take comfort wherever I can find it.
"This is not the hardest thing I've ever had to do."
(she said, slamming the door in my face.)
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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an antique arms and armor expert
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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Change your mind, I'll get lost if you want me to
Somehow I've found a way to get lost in you-Lost In You by Three Days Grace
[link]
and right back at you
--
please,
look at me.
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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an antique arms and armor expert
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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