...stars are dying all the time. Some explode. Some collapse and cave in on themselves. Those ones become black holes. Others get sucked up inside of them just for getting too close. Guilty by associa...
Then I drop to my knees because I can't find a decent enough reason not to, because reluctance rarely stands a chance against repeated behavior.
I just want to get away from me.
Sometimes, when I'm chain-smoking and feeling like shit (which happens more often than I'd like to admit), I let go of a lit cigarette just to see if the ember will outlast the fall.It rarely does.
I want to be split open and reminded of shame.
Every ghost has a story. Monsters are nothing without mythology.
My nose bleeds, and every comedown feels like an overdose. I try to make peace with God each time, but he shows no interest, and it reminds me of my dad, and I get so upset that I just have to do anot...
Sometimes, I worry I'm winning.
Cry wolf often enough and you eventually get eaten by the wolf, even if the wolf is you.
Drugs may know how to numb a brain, but the past never forgets to resurface.
My desperation is deliberate. Despondency's a pheromone.
Two sad eyes and one skanky smile, I practically pulse with the promise of promiscuity. I'm easy to catch, but too slippery to hold onto. Men love a challenge if the prize is guaranteed. I know how to...
Coming down for the thousandth time, I'm perched on the precipice of a billion broken promises. I'm speeding through the intersections of my own broken heartstrings, blowing red lights and ignoring re...
There is stability in self-destruction, in prolonging sadness as a means of escaping abstractions like happiness. Rock bottom is a surprisingly comfortable place to lay your head. Looking up from the...
There's a weight in the room now, a remembrance of childhood. It sinks like a stone, or a heart, or my weight on a good day.
If I told you that I imagine love to be a two-way mirror, which side of the mirror would you imagine me standing on?
There are rules you've gotta follow when you fuck to forget. A body's only a temple if and when you treat it like one, but a heart can still break even if you never put it together properly in the fir...
Regret, albeit raw and relentless, is almost always unremarkable.
I've come to realize that hunger feels more like home than any tangible structure ever has, or probably ever will. I know now that creating absence is my way of coping with absence.