neppy

My love, I’m trying. I’m holding onto these cords like I’m falling into a pit and you’re dangling me, battling with The forces. My love, I’m crying. I don’t know how to deal with these new feelings of grief, and I can’t seem to stop dreaming. My love, I’m trusting. I don’t know how to unchain my shame of wanting to know after all this time apart. I’m lost.

It gives false prospects, And jacked-up dreams, As you wish and you wish, your shining star disappears. There's no Jiminy Cricket standing by your side. It gives false ideals, and doped up aspirations. As you wish and you wish, your hopes fall away. There's no angel to make you a real person. It gives false happiness, and made-up smiles. As you wish and you wish, your mask drops aside. There's nothing there to hold it up to hide your disappointment.

Hate is growing like weeds in the backyard Its intense, its burning I can't even control it but if I could, would I? Would I try and push down On this overwhelming, over stimulated anger? Or would I set it free? Would that allow me to set you free?

I know my feelings are wrong but they're so right to                                me. I want to ask you, I want to see if you still feel the same way as                                me. I want to hold you against my                 body. I want to kiss your warm                 lips. I want you to say that you still                     love me please, take my hand and guide                                me               from this deep hole that's grown inside                                me. and when you answer, I'll still be here. just                                me… begging at your feet, as if you a

the photographs of  you are  s c a t t e r e d across my sullied floor. and they force memories of you and  m e back from their hole of deprivation like an old love song. but the words are gone i've misplaced the lyrics  so I fake it, while smiling a false smile and laugh at the sound of my mumbling attempts. though, I know I'll never relearn them,  just like I can never relearn how to love…

He sat alone on the love- seat , watching the colorful screen with such attentiveness that not even the noise from the neighbor above distracts him. His blue-green eyes are focused, his hand grasps the can tightly but loosely and his arms rests neatly on the side. In reality, no part of him is moving except his beer belly slowly rising and falling with his shallow breathing, like a comatose patient. To me though, this scene is like an overplayed horror film. Those glazed-over eyes are secretly staring at me and his lips are letting bruises escape… It's like you whip, and you kick and I struggle to break free. I've asphyxi