| ...and it will burn like fire. |


And when it hurts...and when i love, i love fiercely to the almost of obsession...And when it hurts...
Looking back now it all seems so rushed. So crushed together like the timeline of McBeth, such emotion and strength put through a blender and it leaks out the bottom, spreading in a rainbow arc; colours running together and soonsoon tears running down your face. I'm hoping it won't be blood when I panic and fret and you hurt and crumble, like a monolith punched through by Beowulf. Please just make this easy for me, just fade away ('cos this shit you're shovelling is getting hard to climb) and leave me be. I'm not alone, I promisepromisesnevergotusanywhere and fo


71. ObsessionIt's a subtle obsession that leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Like dirt. sweet dirt I'm addicted to the idea of ...of someone - but I don't know whose face it is I see in the mirror. Like stale bread, I... [keepitkeepitkeepit. see how long it takes for the mould to growgrowgrow] Would it start to smell like rain [outside, but i've been meaning to get that leak fixed] and worms crawling out from under the rotten wood floorboards, or tarnished beauty? Come here and show me myself [those old plaques say to know thyself] dip your power-cord fingers into my heart and secrete a pulse from my dead spider-webbed socket he71. Obsession


75. MirrorI smeared the jam over him, over his face, grinning, and watched him writhing on the floor. He was in agony and ecstasy all at the same time, all caused by me. A laugh poured out from between my lips, dragging itself up through my throat, tearing through the air and reaching his ears. "How do you like that, Lawliet?" A moan emitted from him, as his hand - ham-fisted - pawed at his face, so desperately trying to get the sweet, sticky food off of him. "Shh, no no no," I whispered, "We can't have that." Slowly, yanking his arm behind his back as I did, I let my tongue slide against his cheek, licking off the substance I had, seconds75. Mirror
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The first time someone told me I had a nice smile, it was when I was 16. The person who told me was a therapist my parents were making me see for depression. How ironic.
D:
Anyway, i guess u dun have internet right now from what i've read in ur comments but when u do come back maybe we could talk about this?
I'm gonna add u to my new msn in case u do want to be friends, but if u dun then just dun accept it, k?
I've been missing you... and reading old chat-logs. I still laugh at some of the things we said/done, and I'd like if we could be friends.
I'm sorry about our falling out and I can only claim full responsibility; it was me who was arrogant and turned it into an argument.
Hahah, my stubbornessness probably didn't help.
As for being sick of DA i was sick of all my old stuff, and *cough* some of my old "friends" so I thought i'd start a new one.
(OH AND IT'S NOT EVEN MANGA) I stopped being anime-obsessed...
But i still lurve it lol.
How have you been??
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