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Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Yesterday (today) was Sunday. 
Sundays are always bad. 
(“Bloody,” as they have been aptly described.) 
The full moon is Wednesday. 
Full moons are always bad. 
(Ask Lon Chaney.) 
Friday is Good Friday 
and, 30 miles from Rome, 
the vibrations of all those mourning 
worshippers will make it bad. 
Sunday is Easter–but it’s also 
Sunday, 
and Sundays are always bad.”

 

Please let me out

 

I’M SCARED

I’m getting everywhere but you

Move in with something, then i’ll earn my trust
Maybe they’re scratching the walls, to be ours
I think i’ve been waiting for this all my life
Flourish the kisses like foes in the dark

Without your love, I’m getting somewhere

 

 

 

MAYBE ONE DAY MY HEART WILL LEARN
AFTER ALL HOW MANY WAYS CAN
YOU BREAK IT AND STILL EXPECT IT TO WORK

Coco J. Ginger Says

One day, your little sister is going to fall for a man who is not kind…
who’s intentions are not pure, a man who treats  her with disregard and disrespect.

You’re going to hate this man. You’re going to want to destroy him. You’ll wonder how one could run off such cowards blood. And in that moment of hate for this man, I hope you remember
you were that same man
to me.

So   instead of looking  him in the eyes, look back at yourself in the mirror—you are the man you now HATE.

Tell yourself, “I don’t care“,  just like you said it to me,  say it [again] for me, for your little  sister, for the man who will treat your sister that way— someday. Tell me how it feels to know your sister is being treated  that way and you are…

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Bro ken

::

Barely breathing,

I want to be fixed.

but it doesn’t come quick

it comes sllow

like how long i took to fall.

But I did, right before you left.

I didn’t need you,

you needed me.

i ignored you, you didn’t ignore me

but then you did the worst thing of all –

you left forever

& you’re moved on to who I think you think is better.

It’ll never be the same,

You forgive, I don’t forget.

::

“I felt I was on fire with the things I could’ve told you. I just assumed you eventually would ask.”

I keep hearing (y)our song everywhere

I saw that you listened to it, the other day

I saw.

 

I never dreamed you would walk away

I did dream it, only it was a nightmare – and it’s all I have left.

I almost forgot

I’ve been so busy today that I almost forgot,

that you’re gone

Not only are you gone, but I have been

replaced.

I want to stalk you on SM but I know I(t) will bring blood again

Why can’t I forget this?

I wish you never existed –

I wish you would go away

I use to say I’ve felt close to death since you left,

But you’re the only one I wish was gone
forever

I wish I didn’t love so hard.

I love hard, it’s criminal

But you’re the criminal.

The one that lied and stole,

The one that came and left.

I wish I could arrest you (or have you beaten),

Like the old days

But in your mind, you did nothing wrong.

I hope one day,

It all catches up with you

So bad – that you wish that you were in prison  instead.

Live and Let Die

” I always tell the girls, never take it seriously, if ya never take it seriously  ya never get hurt, ya never get hurt, ya always have fun, and if you ever get lonely, just go to the record store and visit your friends.”

Wouldn’t this be nice? If we could truly accomplish this? Not even Penny Lane could, though she tried.

The night I had last night was interesting. I had an opportunity to see my ex of not even a month ago, with a new chick in the same seat i used to sit, with him as happy as can be as if he never skipped a beat.

WTF?

Really?

You couldn’t pretend to not be so fucking happy?
Or you couldn’t just let me be and not tug my arm as if I owe you a HELLO. I owe you a FUCK OFF.

But I didn’t, I’ve been trying real hard to be ‘indifferent’ even though I fantasize that he didn’t really leave. I tell myself that to help me fall asleep at night. SAD

This is why I started this blog, to get the anger out.

Because frankly, it’s not attractive. I am far too beautiful of a soul to waste my time on anger.

So thanks, WORDPRESS, you let me & my anger shine for the time being.

 

Desire

I’ve got more desire than I can handle

When its late at night, with nothing else to hold me tight

I hold onto that

And in some far, strange foreign land, its alright.

“And I’ll kneel down,
Wait for now
I’ll kneel down,
Know my ground

Raise my hands
Paint my spirit gold
And bow my head
Feel my heart slow..”