toxic-orange

Deal with me, this moment I posses rude. I wish to be personal and show, Your eyes scare me with passion created, fire of eternity felt by others, I posses how, proudly. Questionable fascination at your fingertips, Piano keys rise and fall, index finger taping a symphony may I have this dance, Selfishly, I asked. Be angry, sad or happy with me, show you care. I know you do! My existence is noted, pen to paper. I'll make you know. cross oceans, traverse land cover air, you underestimate the feeling I posses I love you , ITS your hand I want to hold. Here I'll grow old before my mirror, because you're with someone else, He loves you,

Perspective. Cold war. Harry Truman ''we must stop this spread of communism!!'' Joseph Stalin ''we must stop this spread of capitalism.''

Biggest Threat you'r biggest threat is your best friend.

cruel. you are the only person around here I remotely tolerate. the only reason you are here is because your parents had nothing better to do. the only reason were friends is because you choose so. I don't like nor do I trust you, I merely grace you with my presence. your'e awful at school. you don't work, period. your'e lazy, fat, useless, you annoy me with your ''friendly like behaviour'' you are the worst person ever at sport's. you are a complete and utter waste of space, you are a waste of precious oxygen. there is no need for you so why do you exist?   is there an actual person that does like you?!?!?! im really sure

Betrayer be the name Betrayer is the name and playing the heart was the game. We meet so innocently, I was reading and you were curious as to what, you came up to me in that book store, silent so you could hear a pin drop, walked up so casually. Asking me what I was browsing, and I told you, and so it started, me asking you if you if you wanted coffee, I didn't either but it was well worth it, getting you number. I gave you mine, and so the social constructs began. Oddly enough,  you texted me first asking if I wanted to hang out. So I did, Eirtakon, was the first place we truly hung out, we sat for what must have been hours but fel

Blood like rain. It's moments during the day that the rain of red flow that hurt me the most. The rain slowly draining from me, almost teasing me to follow. Life seeping away, oozing. The cut is deep and tells one tail, a grim one. Nor the story of which people will remember me for. I want to be known, not for this though, there are no regrets for this, my reasons are just, they seem right to my logic, it is a mental pain killer that will only last as long as I. My thought's slow, they wither like the weather, they blow away with the slight breeze that blows from the door. The bath, holding my lifeless body, kind how it always has