blame it on the black star

tow the line back to start, shaking voice aching to reach out to him, I’m just tired of being alone four second phone call, his reply:

it’s a mad house here..everyone is over even lisa

lisa..oh how that name bring jealousy bubbling to the surface..the girl tried to steal him from me once..a million summers ago, I sat on the porch with my now dead brother and friend and she tried to undo his pants in the room we shared..in the bed we shared.

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anything wrong?

no, I’m gonna go

so I cut the line drop down shivering at work my mind has so much free time to think about whats happening..

And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his-chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

the shoulder says to just make a clean break, fast and quick right to the jugular..I supposed a part of me is scared of doing that, if I don’t work out with him who will have me?

I’m not sure if I should bother fighting anymore I’m just wasted away, I suppose there are words for this, words and words and words. He says I’ll call you back but the phone never rings and I’m too tired to chase anymore. When NYboy and I first got together it was all so wonderful, he was so insanely into me..I suppose passion dies after a few months..but I want to be wanted…I’m tired of being alone.

I turn guys in to monsters..

surely this is all i ever wanted…

*Angel*