~thexhystericxeskimo
likes to trip old people.
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just another contract killer.just another contract killer
I think, I could be a different person If I tried with all my brute strength and I fought with my bare hands and teeth and lied without thinking twice;
because I hate restraint: ties like ribbons that can’t be severed shine like suns in sleek lines and I’ll never have the guts to win you I’ll never have the guts to tell you, I’ll never have the guts to send you, the text message that says everything I want to say; It just sits in my Drafts and mocks me. I tend to stand to the left when you walk by
by ~thexhystericxeskimo
weakdays.weakdays
This is a lonely existance when weekdays become weakdays and you're breaking down, and you're falling apart, and this is breaking your heart.
This is a lonely existance when you can't trust yourself you can't let anything slip out, because you can't let your feelings grace the ears of the people that keep your Earth on its axis. This is all about you and nothing else matters, denial stops you feeling pathetic.
And it's a lonely existance when you look at a metal coathanger and see reflections of yourself:
by ~thexhystericxeskimo
dig deep.dig deep
Fools think there is beauty in every molecule of every person, believe that if they dig deep enough that they will find that good, tender, caring bone, but fools are fools. I think there are minimal amounts of beauty of goodness in this unnecisarily cold body of mine.
Dig deep, and you will find nothing but records that will tell you that I've always been a liar, a lover, a dreamer who wishes too much, a poet, a critic and a person who sees the worst in people before they ever see the good.
Dig deep
by ~thexhystericxeskimo
tug of war.tug of war
My back is a medley of knots and twists from grinding confessions in every joint, in every bone, between the layers of every muscle. Weeds are viciously choking the path I refuse to take in life, I reached the fork in the road repeated the cliche over and over; then took the path that doesn't point to lies that are peeling wallpaint on surburban houses, everything would be quiet but the tension would be so loud.
This descision is a kitchen grater, four sides and only one destruction. It that has bumped against white kitchen
by ~thexhystericxeskimo
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Sour LemonsTorn between inane justifications of bitter tongues. Swept away with the verbal bile that secretes in the spaces between your rotting teeth... ...those lips,Sour Lemons
sour lemons that once pressed against mine. The eloquence that bleeds from your gums, nothing more than the foul aftertaste of yesterday.
Cracked-bone fingertips stumble over barren lands Rattled ribs dare splinter into nothing more than whispers as your mouldy heart pumps spores from your chest... ...those breasts, rotten fruit that is already bruised beneath his grasp. The lust that leaked from your tar fil
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