blood---shot?
today, in the cold, inside
my skin, my anxious shifting
toward tonight, complete alone
with sheets that hold tears.
i don't want to fucking sleep alone tonight, have to. i don't want to have taken steps away and away from everyone i've loved. i'm going to end up in a job making money i don't need for nothing, with very little respect for the people i serve. with very little respect for myself. pitiful, so making a break for it, wherever everything takes a person to love...tries so hard to take a person into softness, such soft skin, cotton again and again.
too old for this angst? hmmm, fuck nietzche. and his floundering cock blossoming bombastic sluicing. there is more positivity to be had if one didn't have to spend so damn much time witty in solitude.
i'm never this upset, but my eye is red for no reason and it won't go away...and today comes friendless, because of me. books are just so many words. ta da...i wrote again. maybe i'll put on some makeup.
my skin, my anxious shifting
toward tonight, complete alone
with sheets that hold tears.
i don't want to fucking sleep alone tonight, have to. i don't want to have taken steps away and away from everyone i've loved. i'm going to end up in a job making money i don't need for nothing, with very little respect for the people i serve. with very little respect for myself. pitiful, so making a break for it, wherever everything takes a person to love...tries so hard to take a person into softness, such soft skin, cotton again and again.
too old for this angst? hmmm, fuck nietzche. and his floundering cock blossoming bombastic sluicing. there is more positivity to be had if one didn't have to spend so damn much time witty in solitude.
i'm never this upset, but my eye is red for no reason and it won't go away...and today comes friendless, because of me. books are just so many words. ta da...i wrote again. maybe i'll put on some makeup.
posted by trevolmes at
5:24 PM
1 Comments:
I know the feeling... of solitude that is. And sheets dampened by tears. And frienshiplessness (since mine typically go away with the weekends, for the most part... since they have their own lives to tend to. You know... gf, wife, kids, etc.).
Misery loves company? Isn't that what they say?
Angst isn't always a bad thing. It can be kinda sexy sometimes, actually. Hang in there, Trevor.
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Rocky Mountain Rat Girl, at 7:33 AM
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