emopunkgirl06

Waiting and wishing is all I talk about Patience and lines and needing a drink I'm blurred around the edges, talking in snips You always find a way to put up with me. Parties and lies and needing a sip Living a life that's anything but real Talking in snips is all I talk about But you always find a way to put up with me. Lives and lines and needing something real Lighting up the hour an talking in snips Spread out and waiting and wishing to be You always find a way to put up with me. Light up the hour and blur out the real Spread out and waiting and wishing to be Patience and lines and leaving a drink You always find a way to p

FADE in: A montage of clips involving a young man flash across the screen. This is CONNOR. - A break up with a girlfriend. She leaves angry. - Eats dinner alone and then he gets sick. - In his car. He looks at a map and through the windshield at street signs. He's upset. - Kissing somebody. He turns away and wipes his mouth. He is disgusted. - He writes at a desk. Most of the words are scratched out. The paper is a mess. - A blur of somebody falling on the sidewalk. They sit up. Their knees are SCRAPED. The skin peels. CUT TO: INT. BATHROOM. NIGHT. Connor's reflection in the mirror shows that he is holding his eyes in the palms of h

there was a ball of yarn held tightly in your hands scissors resting peacefully on your lap rust kissing the sharp blades your eye saw through me through my sinew and bones right down to what was held in my soul; love, clamoring up the walls of my heart as if desperate to escape, it crawled up my throat, crying in such mind-numbing agony begging to be set free oh, how i wanted to pick it up out of my throat and place it in your lap, right next to the thread of blue-gold yarn as you slowly unwound a strand maybe then you’d let your scissors stutter over the thread, and i could show you everything that was held deep insi