how to be a huge ass fool

give all you have to someone that doesn't give two shits, not even one.

you are all fcking wrong. i rather feel nothing than this. i want absolutely freakin NOTHING.

Kiss me too fiercely, hold me too tight
I need help believing, you're with me tonight.

You play dead, but you never bled.

acts in futility.

what is the point in pretending to ask for my permission, when your mind is already made up & your plans prearranged?

why should i continue to grant approvals and oks when they have no legs to stand on? they are merely passive words to soothe your conscience.

too bad, i no longer feel like acquiescing to your acts with questionable motives.

I'll open up and be your parachute,
and I'll never let you down.

So open up and be my human angel,
and we'll only hit the ground,
running...running.

did you see those huns? they popped out of the snow, like daisies!

yet.

im losing ground and gaining speed.
ive lost myself or most of me.
im headed for the final precipice.
...
im so confused
whats true or false
whats fact or fiction after all
i feel like im an apparitions pet.

but you havent lost me yet.

if it doesnt break your heart,
its not enough.
its when youre breaking down
with your insides coming out
thats when you find out what your heart is made of.

and you havent lost me yet.
no you havent lost me yet.

time slows, my heart steadily sinks, as you drop it once more.

hitting the harsh bitter concrete, every new crack is a stinging fresh cut on faded bruises and old stubborn scars that refuse to disappear from memory. each wound keeping an unwanted, yet inerasable record of past pains.

a worn, used object for your amusement that, like a discarded toy, no longer hold your fascination and love as better and newer versions are produced.

now if only i could buy a new heart after everytime time you break it.