Words written in the dead of night
2007-12-13 - 11:39 a.m.
Mutilate this perfect calm to hold your breath until your face turns blue . I've drunk myself into a stranger, woken up beside her, and recognized none of the wall paintings. I'll smile because that's what I do when the pain sets in , and the scar tissue is yet to heal.
Letters form words, and we all know I was better at pretending than existing.
Long Night Out
Leave
Leave this cooling room where passions have simmered, and dirty laundry has hung to dry.
You expose my weakest secrets, and I awake alone.
Let's convert the numbers and break the scales with goose down and baby's breath dreams.
I tried to show her how beautiful love could be by showing her its every ugly aspect. I tried to prove I could be everything she ever needed by taking the rest away.
I am the ugliest.
I am my own enemy. My heart is black. And I will never be enough.
Me.