Sunday, October 24, 2004
Laur @ 9:45 PM
listening to Autumns Monologue by From Autumn to Ashes
This glance is a postcard;
my timid handwriting
may not quite make it to you
but it's as clear as day
if you should so desire
to read it.
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Laur @ 10:00 PM
listening to Bright Eyes
Oh you are walking down the hotel hallway
and he is watching
and I am watching;
he wants to see your legs
I want to see you fall.
It's the nasty thoughts like this
that keep me writing in my journal:
"I hate her, I hate her, I hate her,"
even when I know
it's only a way of saying
"I hate myself."
And I know that this
constant comparison
only makes me more imperfect
but I dwell
and I will continue to dwell
until the day I breakdown
and I finally yell,
"Why the hell
do you have to be
so much better than me?"
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