

StarvedUgly strangers in the shadows without purpose in their lives, sharing the corners with theStarved
dusty cobwebs.
You give nothing. I give miles and miles that spread between us, before I break off my own arm
just to give you a hand.
Rejected and forlorn begging for the table scraps, tendencies toward neglect forgiven just as easily.
I share myself with all, spare nothing; but still you are devouring me with your hungry, starving mouth.


IntentionsYou knew I would fall. From the very start, your every move intended to create and imbed a need for excess.Intentions
Eyes, smile, lanky limbs, heavy, warm weight resting on my back without worrying about breathing, because all I smell is you.


AvoidanceWhen she, whoever she might be this day, comes around, I will waitAvoidance
in the shadows until you can find me without your prowling feline followers.


Scars and LinesHe left scars. Scars on my heart like the burn marks left on a tree hit by lightning. But he was never strong enough to be lightning. He was merely an artist. An artist whose heavy hand gave little regard to what would happen when he could not erase the lines he bore down. I was simply not his masterpiece.Scars and Lines
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Kristin's Studio
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~broadwayuniverse
O.o
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I love you.
Keep writing, I'd love to see more...
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Growing old is inevitable; growing up is optional.
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I love you.
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Slowly racing back
the sting of reality
the acid burning into my skull
the phone rings
i answer
its you, again
to bother me
like always
Imobsessed
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Slowly racing back
the sting of reality
the acid burning into my skull
the phone rings
i answer
its you, again
to bother me
like always
Imobsessed
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