

james.for me, it is not real when he touches my face; he can't see where i am, he does not give me space.james.
i feel under pressure when i hold his hand; i have to guide him everywhere; his head is in the sand.
loving someone eyeless; it doesn't feel the same. he cannot know my face, it really is a shame.
i wish that he could see; i wish that he could know just how much i love him, for i cannot let it show.
i could do clearly anything, but he would not tell; i did not want to hurt him, his confidence just fell.


i cannot remember their nameswe're close, you forget. i'm not a childhood memory or a bug on the path a good ten years ago,i cannot remember their names
but i am not the red haired woman you fancied at the bus stop earlier today. i am your
family.
your head stays with me, with us, so why is it in the sky?
we're faceless to you and i wonder why. are you coming back, or departing
like your brain, which is a melting sponge in the cave that is your skull.
the old you was better; birthday cards, on-time arrival and phone c


i don't want a ghosti don't want a ghost on my back, but that's all you ever are,i don't want a ghost
wearing your white shoes, walking through puddles in the rain
while i follow behind, shoeless and stained, not sure what to say.
i don't want a ghost in my drawer, but that's all you ever are,
sleeping safe beside me, when i'm not
sleeping at all
i am just waiting for you, i am waiting for you to stir.
i don't want
a ghost in my garden, but that's all you ever are,
p
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"Deceiving others, that is what the world calls a romance..." OSCAR WILDE
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"Deceiving others, that is what the world calls a romance..." OSCAR WILDE
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it's the magic of risking everything for a dream nobody sees but you.
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~*A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men*~
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Spontaneous pictures <3
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please, believe in what i have to say;
the symptoms that you have are so lost,
your wires are crossed, are you leaving?
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