

Sheet MetalI really want you to know something. Its so important, I feel like I'll burst if I don't tell you;Sheet Metal
I think you want my friendship for than my romance. If thats good enough for you, its good enough you me. Even if I'm dying, dying to know you feel the same, mutual feeling and have your heart flutter against my chest like it used to, as innocent as it may not have been, and as much sense as that didn't have.
Because I want to tear you apart, rip you to pieces and look at the clockwork inside, at all the little smashed gears and torn fragments of sheet metal that make up your innards. I want to take out all the little b


Fire antsHoney, please stop pretendingFire ants
That you know this person in front of you
That you know her current favorite color is fusia, that the hair dresser messed up her bangs, that she fed fire ants when she was five, that she loathes overcast days, that she misses you, that she wants to know what it would feel like to be right next to an atomic bomb when it explodes---- That you know that she's thinking of you. Please don't pretend. -- She wants to take the stars right out of the sky and see if they will sing back to her at night, she wants to see if they are the angels that walk around her dreamland; the ones with broken halo's and


Broken butterfliesI. Let me tell you about me. [careful, this may get ugly]Broken butterflies
L. I don't like heights because I'm so afraid of falling. Its flying with no control over how, and I need control. Its something I need to keep myself sane, and to help other people along, too. I'm afraid of heights because I'm afraid of falling [I'm also terrified of falling in love] O. I don't understand why people don't hate me. They have every reason, every opportunity, and every motive behind the unseeing stares and vicious glares that I don't receive, the whispered words that I don't hear and the body language that I can'