The 'Joy from under the Cork Tree

it's been a year since you turned it all around. i wonder what you're doing today. i hope you're taking care of my sun. he shines so brightly. please tell me his light never dims? the world needs good people. good people like he is, and good people like you truly are. i'm sorry to say that i've gotten rid of one you both thought was good. he is anything but the spectacle you both saw him as. i'm sure he's better off wherever he's at.

it's rude to talk that way of a dead man. funerals are usually so rosy and watered down. everyone mourning someone they only love when the curtains close. thank you for loving him with the windows open. thank you for lighting up his days and nights. thank you for stalking his assailants and thank you for making him a better person. i want to say that i can say something kind about the corpse in the sand, but i've got nothing good to say. he wasn't good. he wasn't pure. he was broken and damaged, and now he's damned.

i wanted to send this through the mailbox. it would've been easier that way right? but i'm not really sure that i made it there. i went in with a mask on. i went in with my head held high. truth be told, i knew i wasn't going to make it out of there alive. i knew i couldn't take them all. maybe i wanted to die in a blaze of glory. baby please read my eulogy. maybe i was too much of a coward to do it myself. i will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me.

i got it twice in the heart. one in the head. the party's ended. do you still love who i am?

maybe i'll see you both out here one day. don't come visit too quick now.

calling this one: deja vu and other side effects of antidepressants

it's easy runnin through your hair like fields of poppies in salt air. you said to me that you won't share and I said, "i would never dare". i stared at you the way i do when I want something else from you. you say, "don't you go beg and plead," and you booked the night train for a reason.

i think i've seen this love before. he was hangin around my block and now he's walkin' through my door. i've seen this face before. i think i've seen this face before. he was walkin around my block and now he's coming through

my interest is to lay with you; to laugh and have nothing to do. how else can it be proven to you that i'm devout? i'll spill right out. my interest is to bathe with you; to soak you in and let it stew. and if i tell you something rude, then drain me out, and please be rude.

having the scheduled post helps cause now i can share stuff regardless of the mental i'm in. plus ive been neglecting this account pretty heavily...

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I liked the way it sounded until I remembered who was saying it and who it was about. Joys out here are few and far-between, despite our status as Killjoys. I don't know if you're sucking venom out of any wound. It was probably your intention, but you're drinking my blood and kissing him with a mouth full of it.

he won’t stop talking about you