| This isn't what you wanted but it's all I'll ever need. |


MidnightIt is time. To watch this world,Midnight
wide-eyed. To forget the things I do not need, Finding far more love in my heart for those I do, and turn the next page in this flimsy paperback, pulp fiction of the lowest grade. To get to the other side.
I have learned. Love is not wasted Even when it is not Returned.


Deja VuAnd here we go again, after all my faith and trust and hope. After months of patience. Of smiling and accepting and trying to pretend that I really believed the stars would align.Deja Vu
Of laughter and longing at three in the morning. Of bleary days, waiting for nightfall and the opening chords.
Here we go, And here I am, irrelevant and superfluous, A thousand miles away &nb


MuteStill.Mute
Listen
to the tiny, brittle echoes in my skull; the words that you, hands like Midas, have whispered (to my eyelids, the small of my back, the insides of my thighs) in the black-lake stillness after midnight.
You smelled like cigarettes, cut grass and such whole-hearted goodness that I did not even think
to fight the sudden rush of Italian sonnets spilling out of my fingers to bind my tongue to incoherence


HourglassIt is never enough:Hourglass
To sigh refracted truth across the distant, dragging days, mile by mile.
(Too far to walk under summer stars, or else I should be
many miles
closer before the dawn.)
"Ohne dich zähle ich die Stunden."
Tearing the wait from my calendar with silent, subtle satisfacti


The Falling OutPART I: PASTThe Falling Out
don’t act so surprised after all it was a long time coming i missed you once but now that you’re gone it doesn’t hurt so much maybe someday we’ll both be less dependent
PART II: THE BATTLE
i cared more about you than me but i’m the selfish one, right? i’m needy, i’m selfish i don’t deserve my friends... bla bla bla its nothing i haven’t heard before you said you’re not a liar so i guess you’ve just been a brilliant actress all these years
PART III: YOU
you believe i
Lollypop eye
Nightmare
Water Pearl
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Some girls wander by mistake.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Some girls wander by mistake.
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Pim! Olet hypnotisoitu! D:
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