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I never wanted to be boring. Being boring is something that is not possible of me. I always had this repulsive need to be something more than human, and maybe that’s why I wanted to be a goblin king. Maybe that’s why I wanted to be Ziggy. And maybe even, that’s why I am the thin white Duke. I love re-inventing my image as much as I can, but I am always myself. I just don’t have stylistic loyalty. Maybe that's why people perceive me changing all the time. I may be changing on the outside, but the inside of me is always the same. Maybe I say I’m gay, or bisexual, or try-sexual, but that doesn’t change who I a

Her face when she turned away from me is seared into my mind. All I could see, from when I wake up in the morning to when I fall asleep is her heartbreak. First rage, the spark in her eyes as the words tumbled past my lips, pushing through her ears towards her heart. Then fear. Her fears that have been shoved down into her tiny mason jar all appeared on her face at once, filling her glorious emerald eyes with liquid turning cloudy from her makeup. I reach for her had but she tears away, swiping it instead across her eyes, dragging the cloudy drops into a black scythe. It cut across her amazing cheekbones and the glitter of that blade was the

If I were to gaze upon your inscrutable face again I know I will fall. Back into your arms to crack that perfect shell of yours, to make you spill those secrets hidden deep down behind your mask. I want to analyze your emotions and search your dreams fro all of your wants and desires that you hide from this tough, cruel world. I am incredulous, you will fall to me and believe in me. Your eyes tell a story that your words do not and when i look into them once again... Those deep pools of blue and green with the gold fish flecks swimming in them. If I am to gaze into your face again, I will fall.

Maybe we did this all wrong Ending and restarting Ties should maybe be severed by now A possibility that isn't for you Placing in your distressed mind Having distraught feelings of love Seeing is believing for me In your case, love is an invisible thread Cut in half by your traitorous lies And you don't even seem to care Love is a game for you Remember how we used to be? Everyday an online, wish-in-person, adventure Please explain to me the faces Remind me of the face you hide Even if we are no longer together Someday, perhaps, I will forgive you Ending one more scar on my heart Never mending heart Torn and tattered, pieces falling A piece f

Flooding my vision as I look into your eyes, maybe it’s because I can read your pain. While we share the feelings of friendship, and our love can break all of the boundaries, you still feel as if we will break like a little piece of glass. You think we are the top, old, ornament on the tree, falling down, down to the hard cold ground. A shining piece of glass that maybe you don’t want to last. You just want to replace it with a newer, shiner piece. Filled with color and no story. Instead, somebody’s soft, warm hands catch us just before impact, your hands digging into my shoulder blades, as our tears mix into one stream, our

Parking lots have taken my soul haling the metal box gathering change distribution of clanging silver wasting the valuable space for love songs broken guitars instead lay in the back corners cigarette butts and fucked up letters i love neon in all its forms glowing bright vacancy signs proclaiming bedbug love with one night stand and families tired on their feet broken down cars holding on for one more night his cigarette smoke drifts in front of it all grey clouds covering a rainbow array of letters numbers tiny underneath and a wicked smile on his face as ashes flick then strut over to the man with broken guitars and a collection of parki

It’s two thirty in the morning and I can’t get my mind off of you Even though my hand may have never brushed yours, I can reach for it in my dreams; with your soft feather touch of fingers along the inside of my palm is enough to send my brain into another flurry of thoughts. Racing until I can calm, once again, to picture falling into your eyes. The colorful windows to your complex soul that nobody could ever decipher, not even when given the chance. It’s nine in the morning and I can’t stop thinking of you That silly little laugh when you are over the top happy, with a blushing face and squinty eyes. You may not thi