Like we never knew each other at all

I know that you're an artist, the hardest one to deal with. Everything you conceal is revealed on your canvas. You find all of your ugly meanings in the things I find beautiful. Do you see the fall is coming? You painted me in pastel, colors that don't tell of any boldness. That's the way you'd love to see me: so delicate, so weak, so little purpose. Your eyes are black so cold, they're so imperfect. They see a sleeping world, where waking isn't worth it. How, can you live without your lies?

9.22.2008

My Own Galaxy

Run, run away, hurry up, this fucking thing is following us.

She looks better, she always did. I am just a piece of her and all her shit. Love me, feed me, make me notice someone cares about me, and then, all that will come alone, just letting us go. As far as stars in my own galaxy are you and me, sitting in our honeymoon, that's only if I woke up next to you, if I decided to talk with you.