Saturday, July 16, 2005

i may be a defect,a flaw
but at least youre not the scars that you hide benathe your sleeves.
i am.yes thats how pathetic you are to the extent that i am the scars that you hide beneathe your sleeves. i better stop before i get mean.
i shall not stoop to your level of living proof of lack of maturity.
i'm just here to pour out my daily dose of kept thoughts in my head about how smashed up you are which is beyond repair.
in case you didnt know

you dont seem to understand what i tell you
so i add subtitles to my words
and leave them with lipstick smudges
and a sour hint of sarcasm
i dont comprehend your definition of perfect
i just understand that i somehow fall into it
and for some reason i cant believe you can somehow actually mean something to someone
but to me youre just something that was never part of me.

i dont think i'm perfect but since you insist,i'll live with it.
haha come on,not like its a bad thing aye? haha
youre a defect
a flaw
a blemish
an impurity
something to look down upon
a mirror image of everything you said you'd never be
stick your finger down your throat
see if you can pull up
some of that thin black smudge lining
between intergity and whats left of your pathetic self
from your chest

stop going around proclaiming youre some depressed person. you might disagree till you heart pops out but you potray yourself to be just that.stop going around acting like someone just ripped your organs right out of your body and called them worthless and reconfirmed those insecurities.all this cause of what?a freaking heartbreak?damn right youre so pathetic that you actually need someone to remind you to breathe and it wasnt necessary for you to feel obligated to me.i was unbearable to put up with but some dumb fuck actually did.just incase you didnt know,that dumbfuck is you.i cant help it if youre so emotionally attached to the idea of forever i cant wait to build you a corner wait, make that four so that you can ball your eyes out.

keep your finger on your pulse because mountains are being moved by it and keep your heart on your sleeve because it helps me to appreciate something that seemed so intangible before and keep your hopes in a paper cup because it makes them easier to dispose of when you eventually realise hope has gone out of style.

i want you falling face-fuckin-first
into the ground
and i want you to never get up
because that requires moving on
and knowing you
you dont have the ability to do so
now call me nice

at least i'm not some kind of dumb fuck whos time is being inevitably wasted on false pretences and falling into a love that has you so elated that all you can do is just sit in the dark and hope that the person youre oggling over actually notices your presence.
this can never be fixed.
You define predicaments in ink and in infatuation but you forget everything that isn't irony and leave stains dredged across things we'd rather not remember.i lied to myself and said this was for the best but if iwas in my right state of mind i would smash your guts out or a smarter thought from baby,get someone to do it for me.youre lucky that i never even made your life a living hell and never laid a thought on it but to know that i messed your insides makes me feel so damn good.
so you hear that quiet sound?
thats you dying in the inside
wanting to be free but loving hate too much to do so
thats exactly how youre gonna be when i'm done with you and if you disagree to it
you'll just be in denial.
they say sugar is the best substitute i hope you think so too so you'll get so fat that you'll get stuck MAHA.

and so we'll all know how this i gonna end
i've got this down to a fine science
involving my fist
and your arrogance
and a blood stain on the carpet
to remind you how i feel about
this whole situation
involving you in ways
that turn my skin into itch
and my breath into sawdust.

opps i think i confused your heart with one of my mechanic playthings that you crack open and smash around its insides with a hammer.i could set you straight with a flick of my fist girl or maybe hers and it wasnt meant to be a pun.my baby isnt a dumb fuck go look in the mirror, see that image reflecting back? well, there you go! an example of a dumb fuck.there are meteorshowers in your hair and goosebumps in your veins and i'm still wondering when you'll ever think of something clever to say.and its great to know i've affected you so muchwihtout much effort that mediacorp was ready to report a virgin suicide.

youve got a thing for bad written words?

well then.
disassemble.

baby youre my raison d'etre.

damn ahah so action highclass.