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A Spider's Tale (2)
I'm disgusted by my petty lies,
which I use to fish for flies.
My honest face is a lure,
which to their nerves is a perfect cure.
They do not seem to mind my dead eyes,
oh my pretty, foolish flies.
Would my mate still have me, I wonder,
if they knew that I loved her:
that one lovely fly I let away,
who visits me everyday?
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There’s a boy in my psychology class, and he has the biggest greeny blue eyes and adorable little grin and he’s all awkward around me and I spoke to him the other day and he was all blushy and my toes went numb. And I invited him to a thingy at school, and he didn’t turn up…
Tomorrow i’m going to ask him if he wants to hang out on Friday at this cute little place with an awesome view, and I want to hold his hand and have milkshake with him and steal his jacket and learn more about him oh man how lovely …….
Update: Today he asked for my number, when we were talking and we’re going on a date / hanging out next Friday, and he was all blushing and grinning when we were talking, it was adorable. And he texted less than half an hour after giving him my number and oh MAN I’m excited.
Comin’ Back featuring Illsamar
(Cover Art)
haven't written in a while
if jealousy is like a brushfire torching my heart, then what is love like? I don't play the role of a disillusioned 17 year old boy on purpose. I'm spending my days realizing that I'm falling again. And I'm just too stubborn to admit it. Its a mystifying puzzle but its nice knowing we'll never quite fit
I wish I could pinpoint the ways my love differs from yours. If you're the blood that swims through my veins, then I guess I'm the chalk on your sidewalks, that washes away as soon as it rains. I don't really know how I spend my waking moments anymore. It's safe to say I don't have my shit together. And I know I secretly just want to be fixed by someone else, but that's a stupid conception right? I hope I'll be okay
