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You Know I Knowyou're a cold scream and a haunting wind and I can' even mouth the words (I love you)You Know I Know
anymore because every time
I do my mind keeps thinking of all the times we never had
when I shouldn't be thinking of you
I cut open my hand and yet you're still standing why, don't you stay the night sometime you'll fall asleep and I'll gently tip your head back,
brush the hair from your face, and cut your throat out, your last gasping breath is right where I want you, want to see the surprise cry out in your eyes and you won't speak anymore,
my


claw your heart outI'll break apart every family tear apart every love strip you down and claw at your bleeding heart until you feel nothing anymore and understand how I amclaw your heart out
cold at night when you're by a fire smiling and laughing and loved by those who will not remember that the only fire I know comes from a trashcan spitting and stabbing outwords threatening each and every
day I want to follow you home, take you apart
and step into the suit that is your life leave your empty dirty rotting, living self on a curb drive by in what used to be yours, avoid eyecontact and laugh in  


letters to snowflakesI want to write you a letter telling you every little thing I didn't mean to feel each word a hundred times closer to real then the next I know if I did I'd fold it up a few more times then twice tape the sides down, tuck it away for a day like todayletters to snowflakes
I shivered and crawled across my bed only to hit the clock off because I don't like liars and there's no way it's three in the morning the draft in my window played with my curtain the streetlight highlighting each fluffy piece of snow I'll look out until my hands go numb and my eyes get tired I'm always tired and cold and wanting to ne


It feels like I left youI wonder how you feel when I walk in the room and I look for a face that doesn't match yours when I run to open arms, I run past youIt feels like I left you
when I mumble in my sleep, the I miss you's carry a different name everytime I'm crying, I'm looking for a different voice to lift me up and whisper I love you's
I wonder how you'll feel when I'm not there anymore for you to lean on after you left me broken on a windy day, I won't carry the weight
it seemed like so long ago, and back then I was so young who knew that it'd be you wanting to wind back the clock after letting me


mertha.i like to seperate my thoughts into names, to keep them in order.mertha.
my lonliness is named mertha, and she'd like to meet you.
mertha sits by me on my bed and we draw pictures of tulips and snails and wonder when that math test was. she takes my hand and grips it slowly, while singing that song my mother use to sing when i was 4.
(and i wonder exactly how she knew the words.)
mertha walks with me in the rain and understands that i don't like to be asked questions in the morning. so
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
it looked interestingg
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find me a storm where the wild winds blow.
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