Angeline Rose

Love of the Loveless.
2008-11-26 06:57:50 (UTC)

Just someone you can fuck?

Sometimes I feel that's what our love has been reduced to.
Once you find someone who makes you happier,
this may even repeat again.

You're not as solid as you think you are.

So I've been writing. Thinking. Contemplating. And I've been
writing shitty poems and making corny lines. But it's so
real to me.

You tell the girls lies
it attracts conversation
You look into her thigh
with a sick combination
of hope
of fear
She'll weigh you down and let you drop
into the mouth of
dating
Your single eyes they lie
you have a girl out waiting
at home
at home

There's more to it.
But I refuse to finish it.
For now...

I feel so out of place. I don't belong in his life anymore.
I'm holding him back. He wants to be happy... So maybe I
should make him happy and leave.




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