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lies,my love what is given and not seen lies, my love for the honey that sinks under my skin lies,my love that are forbidden, disablities that dominate me, lies,my love. lies, that are sold that rip my heart, lies that you don't diserve, lies, my love I just want to return to you, my heart beats for you, inside of me, my heart, never left yourside lies, they serve wine andbread of each day lies, daring bitter saliva, I don't want to lie anymore. it's the price in the end, love,if only I could buy you with the price of just returning and yet I look for the truth. lies, my love

Dear Sweetie,     today, i woke up, and inhaled, but did not breathe. Today, i looked, but i did not stare, today, i thought, but the only thing i was able to think, was nothing but you. I could not breathe until i saw you in my head, i could not stare, for my surroundings werent as beautiful as you. It hurt my eyes, to see something so precious, and never see it again. My heart, has never beat, like it is now. I have never even gone out of tune. But it skips. . . one too many times. I can not smell another flower, unless it is you, I can never eat another bite, it's sweet as you, but it can't be. I can chew and swallow but not

summer nights. "oh, I love you" then you glared. "let's have a picnic" I remembered her smile, but now. it's all gone. my eyes opened. just another dream. until i remembered she was gone. does it really matter? I keep having these dreams, only to wake up with the taste of vomit in my mouth. i wiped my lips. i could feel the tempiture drop as my finger tips outlined my thin lips, and my tounge slipped out to taste what my fingers last touched. trying to recall what i did yesterday, to figure out how my day would go. probably like my hands. cold, until it touches something else. . . like my burning palms. my feet layed infront of me, i remember

well, i wish i had said my name. but before i could the subway stopped. not only that i got shoved out. i tried to look 'cool' (like teh ova side of teh pillow- word.) so i waved and winked. she watched me go, her green eyes like HER's. my arms shivered. as i was finally shoved out i remembered why i went on the subway. i had to go meet that one guy. who was he? right, the new guy i met. who was he? Oliver i believe. who was he. . . ? i dont remember. i only remember i met him, hes rich, and his apartment. hes probably waking up right now, in his comfy bed, white covers outlined in huge grey lines. his nicely shaped fluffy pillows, grey, andw

first it was the jewerly shop. i bet he owns it. sigh. envy. "Oliver, you said i know 'her' but i know many girls. with different taste, you want me to help you buy something?"   he nodded.   "how?" as i looked down the glass case to look at jewels. "and what kind of thing do you want?"   "im not sure, thats why i asked you to come. your a girls kinda guy, right?"   is he calling me girly? i narrowed my brows but didn't pay attention. "get her a necklace. Yuiko, get her a braclet. i dont know about your last relative."   "Jade."   "Jade."   "she likes big jewels. maybe earrings or a ring with a big stone."   "if you get her a

i squeezed my stomach so it wouldnt growl. i didnt want Oliver to pay for my meal. embarassing much, no? i glanced at Yuiko, who was watching me. "yes?" in other words 'what the fuck are you lookin at bitch?'    "never thought youd ever be in a suit" in other words 'bring it on, hoe.'    "never thought youd walk in with a man from another woman" 'it's brought on, skank.'    "Excuse me?" Jade looked at me as if id said something . . . rude. which i did. but . . . she started it!    Yuiko smirked. bitch. . . pretty bitch, but bitch nonetheless.    "she's going so low, she walked in with a man whos taken"   "are you calling me a play

We've all heard of them. Monsters, I mean. Sometimes under the bed or in the basement. Maybe in the attic or sometimes... in the closet. It's the closet ones that interest me the most. I've always wondered, what makes them so different? I mean, what makes the closet monsters so scary to us? Is it because... they're so different? Is it because they're in their own world, free to come out when they see fit? Is that why we hate them? Maybe they're as scared of us as we are of them... Okay... look. I know there are monsteres in the closet, but... but just because you're in the closet, that doesn't make you a monster... ...right?