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*VIVA VOCE.
03.15.03 @ 8:49 pm Dear You: everynight i hold hands with destruction and frollic through fields of regret with him. for things i've said, for things i've held back, for things i should have but didn't, and for all the times i've said "i wish", i picked one of those little white fluffy weeds that no one really knows the name of blew it apart [why should something so innocent live if we can't?]. because through all i've learned about you, the most incredible is that the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist. you're one half good and one half seductive and i can't decide which i like better. we could make a movie of all our flaws, a flick full of sorrow and disappearing acts [because everytime i turn around you've already left to continue this cat & mouse chase]. directed by yours truly and edited by her conscience, fuck appearances i'm ready for honesty. so sit down with your arm around some other girl whose eyes i'd like to gouge out with my bare hands and watch my portrayal of bleeding hearts and screaming voices [i know you're a sucker for those draining vocals]. destroyed, destroyed, destroyed, the artist formerly known as jordi. p.s.- the fake you smiles without his eyes and his hands are cold. << >> SN–— M |