Jul
17th
Fri
17th
When I see her, I see need,
I see a black gift wrapped in pink paper,
I see a skeleton draped in red velvet,
I see a frown hiding in a smile,
I see filth and dirt, covered by a rose garden.
I crib:
What the hell is love love anyway?
Is it a phone call the next morning?
Is it picking up a hundred-dollar-meal tab?
Is it flowers on the fifth date?
Or is it sleeping on the wet spot?
With my notebook in my lap,
my left hand draped against the side of my face,
I slam:
You are wrong to think I have no feelings,
You are wrong to think I would not care,
You are not sorry so don’t tell me that you are,
You are nothing nothing to me, just some distant black star.
I scribble:
July eighteenth.
The forty-forty five in the afternoon.
A Team Sleep CD spinning around the player.
I have no one else but myself to blame.
This is all my fault.
It hurts.
It will always hurt.
I will never forget.
I could try, and I will try, but I will never forget.
It will burn in my memory forever.
Just like everything else.
I will not be able to put this away.
I see a black gift wrapped in pink paper,
I see a skeleton draped in red velvet,
I see a frown hiding in a smile,
I see filth and dirt, covered by a rose garden.
I crib:
What the hell is love love anyway?
Is it a phone call the next morning?
Is it picking up a hundred-dollar-meal tab?
Is it flowers on the fifth date?
Or is it sleeping on the wet spot?
With my notebook in my lap,
my left hand draped against the side of my face,
I slam:
You are wrong to think I have no feelings,
You are wrong to think I would not care,
You are not sorry so don’t tell me that you are,
You are nothing nothing to me, just some distant black star.
I scribble:
July eighteenth.
The forty-forty five in the afternoon.
A Team Sleep CD spinning around the player.
I have no one else but myself to blame.
This is all my fault.
It hurts.
It will always hurt.
I will never forget.
I could try, and I will try, but I will never forget.
It will burn in my memory forever.
Just like everything else.
I will not be able to put this away.
—
Exit Here
bestbookever.
btw, I do not relate to this quote, I just love it.
(via nathanintothesea)
