- Mood:
Hopeless - Listening to: The Used - born to quit
5a.m. in the morning, I still cannot sleep, nor want to.
It's bad enough to even see a picture of you to trigger. Life has its own decisions, sometimes I have no part in them. And I'll never forget, sure never will, though time is running out of time, and maybe the day is closer to my heart than my eyes.
It wasn't like you to invite me but you did anyway. Your wedding with another jealous girl who'd just turned 18. I still remember your soft words, crooked smile. You took my hand and took my life and you knew just what you were doing, declaring to me you knew that song without taking a second look at my wrist. I was cold. The rest of our times together went without speaking. I hated your voice so as long as you kept your mouth shut it was all good. I brushed your hair a few times, my signature, and as much as you liked to pretend you knew me- you didn't, and you didn't know I was starving my eyes, biting the skin under the nails. I never got to taste you.
I couldn't help but smile, because I didn't know what else to do. Before I could feel you, before I could taste you, you were gone. Wildly asleep in your black lights and white lines shirt. I wasn't looking for happiness anyway.
We were reforming, caused by abuse of any kind. I was meant to walk on the sun with burning feet. Leave it to someone else, someday. One day you'll open your eyes. And me, I'm no good at acceptance so don't test me.
You don't take photos anymore, though you know I love it. You use your hands for crafting then scratching out the good out of the picture, leaving no place for regrets. I have none. So when it's an outsider, when it's out of our circular lives, I've been thinking it won't matter at all. Your bed or mine, sugarless candies and happy pills. Then it came to you approaching from behind. You threw me out like you threw me up, right there on the doorway. An accessory, you wear me around your neck. A diamond in a golden safe. When the shine burns and the taste runs out you will be able to see me as I am, as I've always been before and after and with you. Or without.
It's just that small thing that runs through my head all the time, all around. A frame, but only when I'm not there. And you're out, as long as I'm in.
Black lights and white lines
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Procrastinators UNITE...tomorrow.
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And miss you too.
(Tal Domno...)
*spreading some Love*
איפה נעלמת לעזאזל?!?!?!?!
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נעלמתי, אה?...
לא יודע אם נעלמתי, יותר מאשר השתניתי..
בכל אופן התגעגעתי אליך, לא ראיתי אותך הרבה זמן וידעתי שכאן את תהיי.
אז מה שלומך?!
אני כרגיל בשר"ל ממשיכה לשנה שניה.
מה אתה עושה בחייך והאם יש מצב לדבר באופן יותר פרטי מזה?
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