Lonely nights
are the worst nights
there’s no distraction no outlet
no recourse
from all the things you hate, you loathe,
you desperately want to fix
in yourself.
And the flagellant
stands
arrogantly
in the mirror, his scowl a rictus of misplaced fury.
The words crack in the silence
re-opening scars and scabs as they lacerate
the wounded soul
the malignant soul
the tired soul
the beautiful soul
Lonely nights
are the best nights
They are nights of strange hours and strange meals and strange
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and the music… Oooooh the music!
It’s like the way that the starved feast
the speakers blaring till our ears buzz happily
stuffed and content from harmonic gluttony
The rules that moniter, and regulate our actions
fall away
because tonight
we are alone
and me are I and you is you and a thousand miles away
or down the street
we do not feel so connected
because tonight
we are alone
and free of all but ourselves
benefits to dating me
- you have no competition
- that’s about it actually
- but i think it’s a good point
Let’s make a bonfire
Let’s go to Seattle
Watch the sunrise! :D
Watch it set/sleep on my roof
Try and fail at cooking
Pretend things are okay between us
Disneyland!!!
Imma teach you how to play piano
Finish that video game we’ve been workin on
Find me a fling(s)
Loud music!!!
Parties!!! :D
Lie on the grass and watch the world pass by in seconds.. minutes.. hours..
