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I think I'm addicted...cause I can feel this pulling...pulling my stomach up toward my mouth. And sooner or later, I'm going ot vomit out spaghetti strings of words I should have spit at you when I had the chance. They won't stick, of course, cause they were never thought out all the way. I noticed my passion burns too fast, like a fuse. And I always try to hold onto things too long, instead of throwing them like I should. No wonder things explode in my face. The smoke will clear, but it takes a long time to get the smell of burning hair out of your nostrils. Eventually, you get used to it. And I followed you that day. Limping and bruised and bleeding, but enjoying the ache. I shuffled with the leaves that were blown in the wind til you stopped in the park. I hid behind a car and saw you crawl into that yellow tube, hear the sniffing noises and your gags. I thought about screaming. I thought about throwing myself into the car head first until I passed out. I thought.... Well. I walked across the park to your death trap. I know you heard me, because you jumped out like nothing was wrong. Then you saw my face. My blood. I saw that ring of white in your nose. That dulls his pain- He dulls mine I thought, and smiled. "I thought you were a gentleman," I pouted. "Ladies first," you said, and stepped to the side, bowing. Two white lines lay, beckoning me forward. My light at the end of the tunnel. I heard you chuckle. Well, I've sold my soul to the devil now I mumbled as I inhaled our heaven. . . . . . . . . . . I think I'm addicted. And sooner or later, this WILL blow up in my face. But I'm starting to like the smell of burnt hair and.... Well, I love you. |
It's like an INcubus song...."love hurts, but sometimes it's a good hurt" Well that is sort of clique. This writing however is not. It takes a very old concept...pain of heartbreak and makes it feel fresh. Now drop that bomb before you need a wig! | Posted on 2009-06-12 00:00:00 | by nolram | [ Reply to This ] | Heh. Spagetti strings of words. Nice imagery. Slightly disturbing. But nice. | I have that problem too. My fuse burns too fast. I also tend to hold onto things. If I think they're my fault. But, I can't hold grudges against other people for long. My anger just slips away. xD When you said things explode in your face, I was thinking about splatters of spaghetti. Ick. Hahah. Even though, I know thats not what you meant, of course. xD Still...the imagery! I guess people do stupid stuff for love, and I know more than one person who's gotten into things like that. But, I can't say I approve. However, I won't condone. I just hope, the people in this story grow up and out of it. There are other ways of happiness. Hugs, sunsets, laughs, movies, books, ect. Very interesting, and captivating piece. I look forward to reading more from you. | Posted on 2009-02-15 00:00:00 | by SweetAndOhSoME | [ Reply to This ] | Powerful Piece. | A deep insight in the workings of a (dysfunctional) relationship. I re-read it because for such a short piece it had soooo many levels. And it hits parts of me that sometimes I don't want to remember, (not drug related) It's a definite +fav. ~Carrie | Posted on 2008-11-18 00:00:00 | by dismal_s child | [ Reply to This ] | |