When Bigots Knock On Your Door.

Doctor doctor,

I need some help figuring this out.

I cracked open my head,and stored my thoughts on the shelf.

These hearts are deeply rooted.

These lines fade from black to white.

This isnt' what we wished for,

This isn't what we planned

she wasn't what we wanted.

We'll see she makes her end.

"I swear on the stars it wasn't what i meant"

Vowels tore into consonants

Stanzas recreate dissonance.

Wasn't what we prayed for ,but what we were plagued with.

Emotion like a lightbulb,

trauma was the light switch

Pragmatics.

I'm fucking pathetic,I have officially decided.

I'm a fragile bag of shit that wants love and honesty.

It's too much to ask of in this lifetime I suppose.

It would be loads easier for me to handle if I just wanted attention.

I'm humble,not oblivious,I'm aware I could get it easy,

but I don't want lust,I want love.

Contrition.

I've got a bone to pick,I'll pry it from your every rib.

I'll be by your side,I'll hold your hand,

but when chaos ensues, I will bid you ado.

Well the sky has imploded and your eyes kept me awake.

Virgin Mary's first fuck,meets Satan's last mistake.

Maybe it's time to make a change,

this wretch this stench is all the same.

resources have been drained, a manger silk and sandpaper draped.

Obstruction.

A typical set of human teeth's natural reaction to intense cold,is to chatter.

A cat's natural reaction to falling is to extend their limbs to land without harm.

My natural reaction to the prospect of amorous growth for another person,makes me want to  sabotage it.

Think scorpions.

They kill themselves if they are dying, to save themselves dignity, to avoid looking weak.

Probably the most eery/interesting thing I've read in a long fucking time.

Maybe it's my pride.

Or maybe it's my inability to admit I love someone more than I love myself.

I'm. So. Fucked.

Divulge.

I thole through continuously mundane days.

This sanction of being afflicted with a relationship that

consists of my disconsolate moods is more than I can 

rely my countenance on.

Maybe it's the insult to my intelligence that drives me implausible.

I want a remote.

I need a relapse.

A few days until Utah.

God's speed.

Karma le Cancro.

It's your cool disposition that displays your perfect diction,but there's 
got to be more than just a frog in your throat.
There has to more than two lines in a joke.
Yes I am fucking relentless with the words that are left,unsaid, 
Unwritten,not even off my chest.
Yes I'm smarter than most,who cares if im born a bit late? 

Fuck material,I have my priorities straight.

Vanished From View.

I haven't posted on here in awhile,

I've been storing all my proses and music on my phone,

and frankly it's taking a barrel load of space,so i'll be using this again,

when i don't have a pen and paper to scribble shit on.