journal of a heartbreak
June 30 2011 at 4:20 PM sespy
day 1
the smoke is circling
but i saw the fire coming,
slowly slipping out my insides
to block the sun and sky
i hate my words.
my lips know nothing
they only lie
balls flying out of a pitching machine
at the speed you so prefer
i hate this face.
that doesnt reflect
its own darkness
eyes the color of earth
that cant see truth anywhere on it
how can i wander about like a ghost
but still get a suntan?
how can i become a monster on the quest of love
when i am hateful to love, its enemy?
how did i let my heart walk out during intermission
of the greatest show on earth
for a fuck and a handshake.
old romance,
a sea kissed captain
surly and alone in the white dark
old hope,
you witch with all the pretty dreams
shattered underfoot
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