i compare myself to everyone around me and see myself far lower than what they are.

Current mood: weird

You know...Shaant maybe ugly but god he can write.
I am in love with his words...
makes me feel like a whore...

"his name is something that your tongue calls "its double play."
he doesnt have to know
i can make sure this never hits his radar

why would i want your chapstick on my lips
considering the open sips that this stick has seen.
do you enjoy the fearful fuck?
i wonder why the dept of guilt must be dug.

your ankles feel of shame
my cheek bones feel of short sided fame
who is right in this situation at hand?
i am a fanatic of my very own addict...so you shun me and i smile.
i can do whatever i do with or without you.
my throat hurts from the note it just wrote.
the blood is thin and i am wishing i was there when...
if the feet of a thousand men came down upon me then i'd to bask in their glory.

i stole the moment from the attention whore.
so i can bask in the glory that was that materialistic war.
you have the nose of a working woman
the legs of a heel walker and the dependancy of an easy fuck

i think i just said that but i know its unfair.
luckily luck is on my side and your opinion has no affect towards mine
i am aching and you are waiting.
who do i cater to first?

do you follow the letters that my fingers lay?"

I am a whore and a jealous one at that...
i hate myself for it...

I am not so good with words as that/this.