Its only worth the paper that its printed it on so I wrote it in the sky Every single part of your body always kept me high I loved you monster, I really did as much a heartless woman could You’re a horrifying disappointment, the very absence of good Doesn’t stop me from missing your … Continue reading Screenshots
Mr. Debonair looks good in the light and on paper he does everything right So he’s not the guy for me Obviously Upon closer inspection, it’s hard not to see That he’s annoyed with every imperfection I bring Mr. Monster is the most beautiful thing I ever did see and on paper he’s the ideal conduit … Continue reading To Each Her Own
I hope that you never know what it feels like to not truly matter to anyone- At the moment I’m just throwing shit at the wall to see what sticks- Nothing does. I need a category for comfort Commit to one. Label me. I’m fine with nothing. Nothing is familiar. Say, you’re nothing to me. … Continue reading Empty Junk Drawer at a landfill near Yellow Springs
Nothing was scarier than that one time, on a 35 degree incline, driving atop icy layers sans sun, just flurried snow right outside of Grand Junction, in case you wanted to know, except that one time, I’ll never forget, nothing more frightening than that, one time that my ex husband ran our car directly into … Continue reading Roller Coaster Hurl
I feel like potassium chlorate and red phosphorus. So leave me, please… Because all I want is to choke you to death You keep feeding my ego propellants This love is too dangerous So leave me, please… Yes, I will always pine for your blood Always wanting more than you’re willing to give Always craving one more … Continue reading Kinks
We have a decision to make don’t we? My heart, broken lies before us both on the ground in one hundred thousand glossy shards. You love to love me so you say, so you say- You lied, you broke it but I let you… We have to decide what to do next…. I entrusted it … Continue reading Fried Fuck Up and a side of Relish
So Marisa hoped for the best. See, Ethan had just texted her a picture of him getting on a dumpy paddle boat with his eldest step daughter at Santa Monica Pier. He’d shaved off all of his red hair and put on a few pounds. The smiling duo were dressed like Michael Corleone and Fredo … Continue reading Brains or Signature on the contract
