Tuesday, September 29, 2015

It’s funny when I look back
And see
How much I cared for you then
Before you took a hammer
And hacked me to pieces
I thought I meant more
I thought we were worth it
But time shows card’s faces
Jokers, Aces

I hate that I love you
But you
It’s all a joke to you now
You gave me this gift
Of a broken goddamned heart
But you just don't get it
It’s more than that to me
I wasn't just sleeping with you
Assholes, bases

Every time I look back and realize
 I stop
 I stop singing
I hate when you sneak up on me, I hate it when you peek
This was supposed to be my secret, not something for the world
But look at me now
I'm all dressed up and can't do what I want
You trapped me like a roach motel
I didn't ask to be here, I didn't want to settle for you
But I can sing, I guess, I know I can
But I'm still just
A bird in a cage
Fed three times daily
And you pet my bars
I'm safe in here you say
It’s for my own good

I didn't want to be jaded, I didn't want this life
I gave up your baby, because I never want to be your wife






Run. Hide.
I'm not something you want to be stuck with all your life, you know this

It's blatantly obvious.


I'm not the girl you fall in love with, or want to come home to every night, I'm the girl you watch from afar and adore. I don't want to impact anyone in this lifetime but myself, and the people that out live me. It's not really a very large goal, but I want to change another world, I want to have a stake in the future of this world that is ending with or without me, but who cares as long as it doesn't end tomorrow?

Monologue

I don't know where you came from, just, all of a sudden,
When I was alone,
You were there.

I was just a kid, you were older,
I never knew,
You just kept,
Kept me company.
It felt right to me, that I'd found you,
Or that you'd found me.

To me, you were ideas; you were always filling my head with destruction,
To other people, you were,
You were a ghost.
You'd be there, one second,
And then you would be gone.
You were good at leaving, good at being,

Gone.

It didn't matter where we were,
Or where I was, you'd find me, and I thought it was the greatest thing ever,
For a while.
I developed paranoia, and I'd hide from you,
But you'd still know,
I would hide, and you'd still find me.

“Destroy everything”
"Destroy everything completely”

Eventually you wanted more of me, pieces of me I wasn't ready to give.
You preached, you sulked, you sat silent, and you made me forget my ideals,
And finally,
Made me a nihilist

Like you.

You broke my heart like nothing else, nothing I did could fix it, I even tried drinking my sorrows away, but only came home each time with regrets I couldn't shake.

Finality grew in each step
In every step
I took
You were insane,
You drove me insane.

I didn't understand the world any better than anyone else, I had skepticism shining in my eyes like a layer that kept me from believing, the eyeliner I once wore became the circles beneath my eyes from giving up everything, every last hope. Everything about me dried out, and the corners of my mouth became perpetually turned down.

All the things I had once been vanished for you, everything for you, I was the trophy lover, and you just wanted someone to follow you in all your philosophical monotony, and I did.

I became a shell that revolved around you.

Everywhere we went, there was something,
And not only were we there, you left pieces of yourself on everything you touched
Memories,
Stains I can't seem to get out.
We'd sit around, we always watched the sun come up and go down,
And almost always from somewhere else
Now it's like the sun is a big moving memory of you.

We were together,
We were together a lot after I gave in to you, and I was eternally afraid
Afraid I'd be eternally stuck with a smaller you,
Your spitting image.
A child, running around, watching all the hopeless girls follow suit.
Like me.
You were real to me, before you became a shadow,
You were real.

I could even feel your pulse when we were close.

I realized, when I thought about you leaving,
And you did,
That something wasn't right.
Were you ever really there?
Why can’t I find you?
I don't know who or what to believe,
I'm so confused about everything,

That was your goal for me I guess.
How to take care of Sunless.

1.                  Hold her hand when you can, or she won't believe you care.

2.                  Don't try too hard to keep your hands off of her, or she'll feel ugly.

3.                  Ignore the fact that her hugs are long, she doesn't like being alone.

4.                  Harass her about her hair color, she likes the attention.

5.                  Try to understand her if she becomes British all of a sudden, she's excited.

6.                  Calm her down if she sounds a little Irish, she's probably upset.

7.                  Her pants don't fit, and the zippers are usually broken, she knows.

8.                  She adores you when you bump her shoulder.

9.                  She overexerts herself in attempt to impress you.

10.              Her favorite color is yellow.

11.              She has no problem with anything you enjoy, she'll just want to do it with you.

12.              When you sadden her, she cuts her nails and plays guitar until her fingers are numb, so she doesn't want to type.

13.              She feels sorry for you, even though you want to put up with her.

14.              She is estranges from most of her family. 

15.              She “doesn't” have a VF or a cellphone, as far as her family knows, and she is also “not” on the pill, as far as Greg knows.

16.              She's finally growing into her mind.

17.              She would never sleep alone if she could avoid it.

18.              She would never sleep at  all if she could avoid it.

19.              She plays things out in her head, where she's like Marla Singer.

20.              Almost everything goes back to Fight Club.

21.              When she's old she will look at her tattoos and reminisce, but always know who she was.

22.              She doesn't like eating meat very much, but she will if you ask her.

23.              If you tell her no, then no it will be. (yeah, Bright Eyes)

24.              She isn't patient, but you have to be patient with her.

25.              She's like a puppy, she will care about you even if you're a dick, it's her fatal flaw.

26.              She will believe anything you tell her, so try to mean it.

27.              She's eternally lacking in self esteem, she makes up for it by telling herself she's hot and being covered in a thick layer of filth.

28.              She has separation anxiety.

29.              If she wants to write, writing will be her priority.

30.              If she wants to love, love will be her priority. Everything else can wait.
31.              She hates her hair being long, but she misses it sometimes.
32.               She will always freak out when things start to change.
33.               She cuts her hair a lot. Keep scissors away from her.
34.               She hates being called out when she's right, but hates being ignored more.
35.               She hates “learning” things that she already knows.
36.               Sunlight bleaches and dries out her skin.
37.               If she's speaking French, she wants you, most of the time.
38.               She has nightmares that her tattoos change.
39.               Writing is her vice, her child and her ticket to a life for herself
40.               She hates being told she knows nothing because of her age.

What do you do when you hate what you've become?

It's not like something like that is easy to forget, either.
I guess the first step is moving on.
For me the hate began when
  
//I grow tired of despair with chill in the heart and dry eyes, give me all or give me nothing//

No matter what, the world keeps on spinning,
It’s like you look back and forget you're winning
Can't you just wait one minute?
Don’t you miss me? Just forget it.

Who do you run to, when the whole worlds gone astray,
Who do you go to when your heart has slipped away?
I thought you'd be there for me,
But I'm not even here, you see?

So what the hell have we become? We sit and stare,
 Looking at each other like the other isn't there
It's not like things fall into place and get better on their own.
I had to forget that I loved someone, just so I wouldn't be alone.

Is it possible to lose talent?
Do you lose the talent, or the will to feed it?
What does it even mean to be good at something?

Surely that's only an opinion?
My hate is back, in all of its burning, destructive glory.
Once more I'm in a trap where I hate getting up in the morning, and playing nice,
Pretending to love people I can't stand, it’s not a pretty situation.
Last time I destroyed everything.

I'm having one of those days,
My hate is back.
I can't control my destructive tendencies when I get like this.
Come to me, be my king.
Save me, make me remember.
I want to burn down cities, climb to the top of a mountain and listen to the roar I've learned to muster up when I'm angry.

I want to reach out and take the world into my palm, and torture all those whom annoy me.
I feel as though I was born to take out the world, and that you are the only one that can be there for me,
to stop me,
or to help me.

I know I never mentioned that I keep seeing things, keep seeing people, hearing them.
Thinking as if I'm more than one person.
I am three people, three people that lust for something to destroy.

I can't even explain to you why I'm becoming this, and I don't think it's really just something as simple as the cold.
Winter isn't the most beautiful of times.
I feel like I need a king,
or a man on a power trip.

I can't control this
no one understands this fact better than Madeline and Corey.
I don't like being trapped and that's exactly what I am.
I hate getting up in the morning and pretending the little things like idle chatter,
paper ripping and people scratching themselves don't bother me,
but they peeve me to such degrees I can't function.
I need someone to save me, someone to bring the real memories back,
not just the hate,
or the things I've convinced myself are real.
Not just that, I need someone that will take my hand before I crush hearts,
and maybe the person I need isn't going to be there to stop me,
maybe he's there to push me further.
I want to wrap my hands around the world and crush it's soul,
and feast upon it's bleeding heart.
I will teach humanity to hate,
I will teach them a feeling they have never truly known.
Jesus was a zombie, Hitler was a good man.
I wanna watch the world burn from a mountainside, listening to the screaming as the breath leaves the millions I will murder in cold blood. Watching my wonderland of demise.


Education was a terrible thing to give me.
There she sat, cigarette pressed between her lips with the screen of her window sitting patiently on the roof, waiting for her to finish, crawl back inside and replace it. She must have been feeling a little more audacious than usual. It was unlike her to crawl out the window, usually she just poked her head out, even if everyone knew she smoked, she hated smoking indoors,
and didn't want to wake her parents.
I had never met someone so considerate.
The way she looked in the moonlight was unparalleled. The way she let the smoke drift from her mouth, rather than letting it all out in a swift exhale as so many do, the way she sat, with her knees pulled up to her chest in her boyfriends boxers and sweatshirt, I was past teeming with rage and jealousy, after all, I'm just the next door neighbor.
Her face was perfect, doll like, yet sullen.
Something was wrong, I could see it in her posture,
the way she glared at the stars like they'd hurt her.


I heard my old Grandfather clock strike one, and she climbed back in her window