champagne walls with silvery purple trim

champagne walls with silvery purple trim

and the  wooden floor glowed at midday sun

with pillows piled high, and the lights soft, dim.

the last time I remember feeling young

On the bed three little doggies lay fast,

fast asleep on the quilt like silk lilac

knowing the possibilities were vast

I could dream it all up never looking back

I dove into books and character flaws

I gathered up songs and artists to love

and I wrote and I wrote, just because

the world out there can be what you dream of

that room I called home for a short little while

heard all the laughs from jokes long forgotten

saw all the faces, the changing faces

some were so sweet, and others so rotten

champagne walls with silvery purple trim

it's not a place I'd go back to again 

Im not the same girl i was back then

but then again... yes i am. yes i am.

Dear fuckwad, Rot in hell.

Damaged goods.
There’s just something about damaged goods.

Cheaper;
Not in quality;
In how much you really invested:
Nothing.
Cheaper.

Don’t have to worry about making a scratch.
There’s already a large enough gouge.
Don’t worry about knicks, dings, bruises and bumps;
You’ve already taken out a large enough chunk.

Fragile.
Made up entirely of beautiful blown glistening glass.
Tied together with a smile
held together for just a while.

You’ve carved your named deep into a broken heart.
Certainly have made your mark.

My oh my, you must feel quite like a man.
“The” Man
with her in the palm of your hand.

where do you get off,
guys like you?

high up
on a pedestal
& looking down

Its time that someone takes you down.
I’m taking you down.

the rain is insane

the rain at my window patters and pounds

the heater is making its usual loud roaring sounds

as the mind makes its usual rounds

around. and around.

the rain at my window doesnt stop for no clock

drip drip drip. DROP.

TICK TICK TICK TOCK.

please stop.