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OnlyI only want you in these places.Only
The dark of the room, your kisses on my turned back.
The people at the table are too excitable. My fingers tracing the bumps on your skin,
No one knows or have they already noticed?
I can only have you in these ways.
Silently, quietly.
My name is different in your phone book.
Side glances, secret smiles. Can you keep this between us?
You can only have this much of me.
by ~triggertigger
PaulPaul grew up in a nice suburb. He is a nice boy. He has nice grades and wears nice clothes. So what’s he doing in this hellhole? He doesn’t know what he was doing there. He swears he followed a friend! He sat on the edge of the couch that slightly resembled the dog of the homeless guy near Flinders’ station. His usual charms and friends had left him alone with the needles and the ash that comes with such…activity.Paul
Would he take a hit? No, he is above this kind of shit. So he sat, on that couch, feeling the springs beneath his ass and watching all the “crazy bang-ed people” his friends had told him a
by ~triggertigger
ThoughtsShe looks barely legal. Her hair is so blond that the sun shines right through it. She has been waiting and waiting on the corner since I sat down for my coffee. Now my drink has gone cold but she is still standing there, holding her phone in her hand.Thoughts
If a magazine could represent our generation, she would be our cover girl. Everyone would aim to look forever-lost and jaded. I wonder what or who she is waiting for, where she came from and where she is going. I can imagine her, standing in her underwear, trying to decide what to wear. And then, I can see her in front of the mirror, wondering why she is never pretty enough. I bet
by ~triggertigger
7th.Ave.LocalI am so tired of just surviving. I miss hot chocolate on a fluffy rug by the fireplace. I miss the parties Mother and Father used to throw. I am so tired of living the life I chose.7th.Ave.Local
“Are we going to go to a party tonight?”
“Nay, unless you want to go to Eddie’s, by the docks”
“It’s New Year’s Eve, Rodolfo…” “I know.”
He knows. And I know I cannot live like how I was raised. No more parties, no more make up, no more anything. We only have enough money for when we absolutely need to.
“Eddie’s is no place to celebrate New Year’s! W
by ~triggertigger
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- Interests: love, loss & bastards
- Favourite band or musician: The Juliana Theory
- Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath, Chuck Palahniuk
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
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- Personal Quote: Fuck that.
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- Email: macabre.love@gmail.com
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