Is that my heart beating?
Or sex on the wall?
Extra sensitive
Extra wine, please.
You make me laugh
Is that your point?
Or do you just want to score some
Hoops in my heart?
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Nice pace, my friend
Remember what you've done
I do, of course
it drives me to tears each night
Something tells me it does it to you, too
Maybe not so suddenly
But amongst the extra hours when you allow yourself to think
The extra minutes
The seconds when you stop you're fucking marathon
It's unhealthy to stand still but at least I own up to myself
You just choke on it, suffocate
And then wake up each day
Moved on - but haunted
I may be stuck
but at least I'm festering in my own disaster
You're mucking through the disaster of this world
What does it matter anyway?
We all end up alone, plastered amongst the walls. Like chewed gum on the side walks of Los Angeles.
Who the fuck wants to scrape you up anyway?
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How do YOU hold yourself together?
I find myself curled up in the fetal position,
arms wrapped around my knees and head tucked in.
Nothing stays together.
Wrap my arms around my body - doesn't work.
Nothing I say or do holds me together.
I continually chant "hold it together.
hold it together.
hold it together.
hold it together Risa."
Nothing - it all leaks out.
It all comes through.
My whole entire body radiates no matter what I do.
How can you hold together
when everything in you says
to just let it out?
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Why bother saying what you have?
Doing what you've done?
What satisfaction have you harbored?
For my stolen moments?
Truly, what have you won?
It seems as though you shifted planet
Just to watch me fall
Did you ever even care at all?
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