october will end soon. wet kisses dry dead on my cheeks. I want my old, rustic rose back. it has once never died. it's the only thing I have ever kept alive through 10 funerals, and one golden honor award. Yet I don't disappoint myself. I reach and breathe from the mercy of a coma. I live with no regrets, but my tongue is swollen with plenty of excuses to convince myself that I'm just growing up gotta die to live. replace my heart i'm no longer cold to a fallen beast inside of me. disorder: an overblown drug walks beside me. he is not my lover. he is what everyone wants him to be: a haven i poke his lungs and see worms crawl further in. he is not my lover. he is a living lie. the strings concert, made the auditorium an operating theatre. we sounded like we had been sight-reading for months. tomorrow i go to school at 11:30. SHORT CLASSES~whooo hoe. i still dont know the point of coming for 2 hours. I wear your necklace close to my heart