Lonely Soul

I want to have more sex, travel more, drink more wine and love life.

Paper hearts as thin as ever, paper thoughts as flimsy as the last time you felt okay, paper soul of mine please tell me for the last time– use a match and burn this soul of mine to a time so long forgotten that being paper meant burning and burning meant being forgotten– so take this paper kiss and these paper lips and seal it with your paper thighs and your paper waist– I’ve been lost in more than one set of paper eyes– I think I’ve been living a lie. We’re thinning and thinning, you’re nothing but paper. Maybe, this is what burning means. Maybe this is what being paper feels like. Write down your sins and ask me to taste those blue lines you’ve been calling tears.

Heal yourself, find yourself, know yourself, correct yourself, love yourself, be yourself, respect yourself.

Death Sentence

Can’t wait for the day that somebody tells me I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to them and they mean it.