My new crush. loloololz.

The Most Beautiful Woman in Town by Charles Bukowski

I read your story. You always told me to read it, and I never did. And again the other day, you did when you told me you hated my piercing. "I hate poetry," I would always say. Perhaps I read it once, but forgot. It didn't quite have the same meaning that it does now.

You think I am her, and you are the narrator. Well, I am Cass, and you are him.

No. You can't get enough.

If I were a movie, I'd be this one.

I absolutely hate good-byes. Just the entire meaning of it as the "last time I will ever see you." And I think that is what scares me the most. No doubt, I still love you, a little part of me always will. But it's not the "not being with you" part that paralyzes me into depression, its the thought that each time I see you could possibly be the last. I don't think I could stand not seeing or hearing from you ever again. I know that I wouldn't be able to stand it. Especially if there was something I could do to prevent it.

I wish that when you were angry, you wouldn't tell me things like you only talk to me because you feel sorry for me. Because when you're not angry, I get that side of you that I was able to bring out once upon a time. We worked so hard on that side of you. The side that disregarded all of your fears, and spoke openly about the meaning of life and us and just everything. No hesitation. You spoke of what it was at that moment in time, in space, in reality. Never thinking twice about what you had just said. You're only ever mean to me when you think about and remember what you have just said. You remember it and take it back to hurt me, to push me away. That's where we both got into trouble in our relationship.

My horoscope told me that I need to be on my best behavior because it "won't take much to upset my lover" today. But quite frankly, I hope it does. Because I will be too drunk to care.

Baby, you and me have already been writing our bad romance.

I never thought it would be difficult to keep my weight on. I thought of all my resolutions, that would be the easiest. Ugh.

So I've come up with another resolution that I can and will maintain. That I will never ever love again.



What better way to die?

I've been having extremely violent mood swings. Sigh. Time to PTFO.

Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody but me.

It's always been whatever YOU wanted. You helped me yesterday, wanted me alive and safe and successful and happy. All you thought that I would be. But I'm sick of everything you want. I wish you wouldn't have stopped me yesterday. Makes me feel like there's no winning with you. I just wanted you to stay 'til I fell asleep. It wouldn't have been long. Promise.

Stranded in this spooky town

He took my heart, I think he took my soul.

You shimmy shook my bone, all in love, on my own. Do you think of me? Where am I now? Baby, where do I sleep?



<3

Le loup-garou.

I enjoy kicking people out of my life. I really do.

I'm glad you apologized. But I'm sorry I believed it. You think you understand that you've hurt me. But you'll never understand how.

Why you so speechless? Oh, oh.

I have the most vivid, horrific, terrifyingly gruesome dreams in the entire world. Sometimes I can't tell if I'm thinking it or if they're actually dreams. I figured if I were thinking it, it would be voluntary, and would stop when I wanted them too. But they don't.

Maybe I should look in to writing story-lines for slashers..