Driving
The Party's Over...“I barely know you, but I feel your longing.”The Party's Over...
That’s what he said as he sat beside me. Sipping my drink I wonder… Am I really that transparent? I could pass it off as a drunken pick-up line, but that would be a lie.
Courtney says she feels like I’m her sister, a part of her life for eighteen years, though we only met a few months ago.
I wish I could know me as easily as these people. Quickly read like a manila file or a burning star in the sky- charting my past, present, and destiny.
I am naked on this couch. They tear into me with
I Love You
ImpetusFragileImpetus
This room is adorned with promises Suspended like wind chimes Our whispers the only impetus Breathing élan into this still life
Our secrets arrayed Neatly along this thread, that Ties us in tandem Such a fragile thread
Please
Please
Please
Don't remember me for hurt
I've done Don't remember me for words
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Hey Betches
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OUM NOM NOM
"A work of art is never finished, only abandoned."
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"Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words." -Dorothy Parker
"He wrapped himself in quotations- as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors. " -Rudyard Kipling
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