Monthly Archives: December 2013

Master of allusion

My friends
Tell me to be happy
I can’t seem to find the switch
They say it’s hidden twixt desire
And this never ending itch

I’ve dug holes into my heart
I’ve ripped the pictures off it’s walls
I’ve ripped all the doors right off their hinges
Set the hounds loose in the halls

I can’t trust the friends I have
They’ve got me chasing geese
I mark their names for vengeance
Tend to these blisters of defeat

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My feelings are herbivores

In the summer we would meet sometimes

And

Play body lego
Amazing how the pieces always seem to fit.

It was never love
We didn’t care

I loved the way we clicked.