why is this grief so heavy
the stars are painted on the pavement and i've been crying
your name on the edge of its seat on the tip of my tongue
and it's twisted.
we ran too fast to see the end of the world
together...
like some awful B movie.
where i was your girl and you were only half a monster
Monday, June 13, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
"what do you want?"
keep on keeping on.
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