HERES YOUR DISCLAIMER.

taking time from being a tragic to write you off... and for what its worth, i really do love you.

but for fucks sake, dont take everything i say at face value. swallowing this dialect without thinking about it too hard could be the death of you. there are a million interpretations of the thoughts that mosey round my brain. i just let you in on a few of the more tasty ones. and i really do hate explaining myself. but just dont forget that you choose what these words really mean. (fuck the dictionary)

e.y.b.

part time lover, full time fucker
open up old wounds for the fun of it
drinking blood from 'homemade' teacups, made in china
love never seemed so fragile
yet i still beat it black and blue for everytime it gave up on me
i wish you could love me back
'us' works well on paper
you always kiss my bruises and cuts
i would slash my lips for a chance to press them to yours
constantly invading my mind
just keep in mind that i am out of mine
i lost the keys and i dont have lockpick skills
sick sick dreams of you wrapping your car around a tree
wishing you dead
maybe then i could finally fall asleep
i want you off my chest, out of my chest
your name flings back and forth in my ribcage and multiplies in my
lungs, just to be breathed out, like
"smoke another cigarette, faggot!"
hot pocket tumours, sleeping soundly inside CAT scans
loyalties broken easy as tibias and fibulas

x-ray eyes

and

radiology poisoning

"my love is electric"

another antidote to the anecdote...

even my friends have been commenting on the bags under my eyes. i just shrug it off, roll my eyes. i can deal with the lack of sleep. im not proud of it- however- you are. go home to starve yourself from another 8-hour snooze so you have something to whine about next day at school, why dont you? and while youre at it, sort out your fucking priorities. you think your sex life > your friendships and self integrity. fucking hell!

its another fucking hipster 'trend' made from a serious fucking problem. every wishes their life to be the most tragic, their bags to be the darkest- its just a joke of a competition. you ruin this for everyone else- the people that actually have really issues, opposed to your 'daddy problems'. youre just pissed off coz he wont give you his plastic. you give bad names to them ('us', tentatively).this all makes me want to 'Columbine' it up on every one of you spoilt little shits. do us a favour and go fuck yourselves!!