the master of make-believe

 

 

i knew this day would come at last

i lived waiting for the end to come in fast

waiting for it

waiting for you

you handsome devil and the harm you can do

i knew better than get too close

i had little to nothing for you

but somewhere in between sheets and bodies turned upside down

turned hearts around

and waiting for the end

begins to start

soft sweet dangerous skin

didn’t even see you creep on in

in the back of my mind i know : I’m just another girl

one more notch on your belt

one more link on your chain

then jump on out with the next passing train

you kind ain’t my kind.

you charmed my ass blind

yes mister man… you are good. so very good at what you do

sweet talker fast walker

you get around

but it still didn’t stop me til then

and when

i got lost looking for you

looking all around

it was then that i found

only an empty space

a fleeting face

not even a sound

in a silent forgotten room

with just the shadow of a friend

-only playing pretend

the makings of an end.

leaking hearts

dancing in echoes

i dance alone

the only remains of you

remains unknown

the master of love ’em and leave

you are the king of make-believe

 

-kyoko cole 2008  link to the original post from my blog: the burning of the midnight lamp; the owl of minerva

 

Dead man barely walking

You’re a dead man

Barely walking

Stupid talking

Emotional

Then so emotionless

You cause yourself a lot of stress

By the shit you say

And say

Over and over again

but never do

You play the part

Like you got a clue

But then you act out

And show everyone you don’t

You don’t back that mouth up

You are too weak to change

No care to care about

Anyone or anything

Not even yourself

You only care to defend what makes you wrong

Same old story

Same old song

No one wants to hear your words

No one wants to see your face

While you chase

the ugly dragon

Waste your life

Around

The same old circle

Again and again

Never getting anywhere

You’re head

Up in the clouds

You’re a dead man

Barely walking

Barely there

Shitty attitude

For a shitty you

And that’s the you

You have decided to choose

Matter over mind

Drugs over friends

Over music

Over living

Over you

Trust

I can’t trust anyone

Especially the ones who try so hard to make me believe I can.

No more

Me

Around

Waiting to get fucked with

EVER

AGAIN

you got another thing coming.

I’m going

I ain’t got no friend

Say goodbye

Say goodnight

This shit is about to end

Hello help wanted

I.

NEED.

HELP.

IN SEARCH OF A REAL PERSON/ FRIEND

( WHO FOLLOWS THROUGH WITH HIS/HER WORD AND WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT COMMITMENTS AND FRIENDSHIP RESPECT MORE THAN JUST TEMPORARY BULLSHIT THAT DOESN’T MEAN ANYTHING TOMORROW ) SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T JUST TALK UP A BUNCH OF SHIT AND NOT BACK IT UP.

NO FLAKES

NO PHONIES

NO BULLSHITERS

NO DRUG ADDICTS/ DEALERS UNLESS YOU HAVE A GOOD HEART AND ARE THE BEST OF THE BEST. NO STARVING DRUG DEALERS WHO ARE STURUGGLING TO DO THAT YET STILL WON’T GET A REAL JOB THAT ACTUALLY HELPS YOU

NO INSECURE PEOPLE WHO DON’T KNOW THEMSELVES BUT TALK A BIG GAME JUST TO DRAW ME IN AND MAKE THEMSELVES SOUND MORE IMPORTANT THAN THEY ARE.

NO BULLSHIT

ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS NOW

;)

Thank you

Thank you

For the nice day

I had a great yoga class

Spent time with someone who means a lot to me.

Went to work

Saw some nice people

The weather was good

Stayed away from things that didn’t feel right to me

Got home safely

Got to spend time with my cats

for the most part

It was a pretty good day

And that’s something I am grateful for.

In the back of my mind

I know you’ll never love me as much as you loved her.

Maybe I’m not

It’s lonely in here

When you’re mad at me

For believing shit that isn’t true

And it kills a piece of my heart

To know you don’t care to hear me

You don’t care to want to treat me nice

You don’t care to see the truth

Not what you think or believe

But what actually happened

I wish I was important enough

To you

To have your trust and love and understanding

To not feel this loneliness and this bad

Right now

I don’t understand why I matter so little

To you

When you matter to me

I try to be different and better than I have been

And it still seems like it just isn’t good enough

I’m not good enough

Again

In Geneva no one can hear you scream

Time is a tick of the mind

Where we once belonged

Has gone far away

Today

And now

Black smoke

Beautiful losers

A shout in the street

Start to fade

All that we made

Is born to die

A brief history of time

Obsession

Old lovers

Under freeway balconies

Nude naked and stripped

Secrets behind smiles

The horse would know, but the horse can’t talk

Rhapsodies in black

Documenting disposable people

Disposers

Exposers

Of

Ghost images

Ghost people

ghost world

Once Held together by water

But now Broken apart by man

This one takes the cake

K.f.

You’re a waste of space

What a waste of time

You were.

You wasted my time

And then act like a little stupid child.

You are

Pathetic.

You are

Spoiled and stupid and know nothing about what it is to really be a decent person.

You hide it so well though

You weren’t even a real friend

So from this moment on

Because of you

NO MORE SPOILED BRATS

NO MORE IMMATURE BABY’S WHO CAN’T EXIST WITHOUT MOMMY AND DADDYS HELP.

And shame on those parents who give their kids way too much

And are overbearing

You tell your kid how great everything they do is

Even when it sucks

So then they actually believe they are better than they truly are

You give em an ego

And that ego makes me want to vomit.

Shame on you!!!

You allow it so they never grow up

You take care of them and every thing that real adults have to deal with – so they are safe

So they don’t grow up

But they get older never doing things for themselves

You enable them to be little bitches who don’t know the value of things cause they never really had to work hard for anything in life

Your help is not helping them

They are not better people because of you

All you’re doing is making them into assholes

And you suck as parents

Just as much as they suck as people

Yeah! Pass that shit down!

Just what we need in the world! More selfish entitled jerks.

Fuck you

I take blame

I should have told you where I was.

I should have not left you for so long without saying something

I should have not jumped out of the car.

I feel like an idiot

I’m sorry.

Yeah I’m embarrassed

I’m stupid

But I never wanted to make you mad

If i seem dramatic

It’s not cause I want the attention of others

I just want yours.

I’m sorry

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