7:18 p.m. - Sunday, Apr. 06, 2003
come on baby, play dead for me
i just got done reading like two hours worth of nico's diary. i love her. i want her to be happy and her situation is like mine, well sorta. more intense i guess. her diary is so much more real than mine. i think i have started writing more for the readers than for me. time to take down the reader friendly sign. fuck you all. ha.

i started writing a lot more poetry. i haven't put up any but here is what i wrote like a second ago.

i'll gut myself for you
when the sun crashes down on us all,
then i'll tell you how much it really meant
i bit my lip until it bled,
you stood there in all your fucking angelic glory,
carving out my heart with your eyes
the sepulcher opens up,
your hands clinging to my skin as your tongue finds my mouth.
i can taste the bitter sweetness of blood from your lips.
so needy. so needy.
and as you pull me down into your grave i heard you whisper "i love you"
computer screen glare reflects off of lost tears,
leaving dirty paths down moistened cheeks,
a river would be so inviting compared to these little streams,
slit wrists and razor worn arms,
this is where i could end a night,
this is where i could end a twenty-first century love story

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