November 2009
1 post
Day 390
“i felt my fingers stretch out like kite strings to show you some sort of reasoning. but the spool ran out just short, and my frame was finally crumbling. i tried to show you love, but it would never come out right. i was always too damn drunk, and you were always so polite. i’m sorry i couldn’t be the one thing that you need. i felt my tongue weighed down like concrete,...