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I love you, Parker, forever and always. ( Heliotrope Jonquil )
White lace frills over black billowing in the nightly wind I find so calming though you find so eerie, because you can obviously hear the heels of my leather combat boots that clack against the pavement when I try to be quiet.
Sometimes I feel like getting awfully close to your tuffs of brown hair so I may just cut a wavy piece away then slither back to my darkened dorm and lay my head down on the, forever cold, pillow next to it; hoping I may smell you in the daytime when I awaken from yet another lovely dream of you.
Last night I made a mistake, drove too close, walked over the line, fell into the fire from the frying pan, and you saw me slipping through darkness behind you then you walked on the other side of the street like everyone does when they see me, the Nightcrawler, the Vampire, the Goth.
Although I pretended that the mistake wasn't a mistake at all just a misunderstanding I knew that I could never get that close again because then you would see me and I never want you to see me but at the same time that's all I want from you, I want you to see me and realize that the brunette "perfect girl" you so flatter by being around is indeed a harlett and I should be the one you are with.
My mind sometimes wanders and when it does that promises that I promised come undone, I grabbed a piece of the shattered glass though I didn't know why I did, just holding it in my hand as though it were a grip on reality when instead it was just a dive into Wonderland in which blood pours from my arms and Cheshire decides to show his malice smile at me when I fall down the rabbit hole of bleeding out.
You know that I like you yet all you do is stare at me as if I were an ophelia in a victorian sanitarium with chains and straightcoats, with cuts and bruises, no clitoris for me they say because something inside me likes to pleasure myself to the more so innocent image of you which is true but that's only because I saw you sleeping at a party down the road that I wasn't invited to and when I appeared some people left because they thought I was going to burn the place down when instead I was only there to see you, like always.
Don't turn around, I'm right behind you of course, I am forever behind you in your shadow, in your bed when you are unaware of it, in your room when your eyes are closed, don't worry that harlett won't, she bother you again she's "taking a swim" as my father would say when meaning a murder but she wasn't murdered, no, she was swimming and then she drowned because forgot she had a 3 inch deep cut in her throat.
If you won't love me,
then you must die.
Sometimes I feel like getting awfully close to your tuffs of brown hair so I may just cut a wavy piece away then slither back to my darkened dorm and lay my head down on the, forever cold, pillow next to it; hoping I may smell you in the daytime when I awaken from yet another lovely dream of you.
Last night I made a mistake, drove too close, walked over the line, fell into the fire from the frying pan, and you saw me slipping through darkness behind you then you walked on the other side of the street like everyone does when they see me, the Nightcrawler, the Vampire, the Goth.
Although I pretended that the mistake wasn't a mistake at all just a misunderstanding I knew that I could never get that close again because then you would see me and I never want you to see me but at the same time that's all I want from you, I want you to see me and realize that the brunette "perfect girl" you so flatter by being around is indeed a harlett and I should be the one you are with.
My mind sometimes wanders and when it does that promises that I promised come undone, I grabbed a piece of the shattered glass though I didn't know why I did, just holding it in my hand as though it were a grip on reality when instead it was just a dive into Wonderland in which blood pours from my arms and Cheshire decides to show his malice smile at me when I fall down the rabbit hole of bleeding out.
You know that I like you yet all you do is stare at me as if I were an ophelia in a victorian sanitarium with chains and straightcoats, with cuts and bruises, no clitoris for me they say because something inside me likes to pleasure myself to the more so innocent image of you which is true but that's only because I saw you sleeping at a party down the road that I wasn't invited to and when I appeared some people left because they thought I was going to burn the place down when instead I was only there to see you, like always.
Don't turn around, I'm right behind you of course, I am forever behind you in your shadow, in your bed when you are unaware of it, in your room when your eyes are closed, don't worry that harlett won't, she bother you again she's "taking a swim" as my father would say when meaning a murder but she wasn't murdered, no, she was swimming and then she drowned because forgot she had a 3 inch deep cut in her throat.
If you won't love me,
then you must die.
Published 4th Sep 2011
| Edited 5th Sep 2011
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4th Sep 2011 6:27pm
this is very well written adn full of emotion. i love ur work so far. Keep it up
