Dreams of Mars

And When I Dance For Him..

So the ugliest things took the longest time to  make.. And the easiest habits are the hardest ones to break..

What?
I don’t understand.
All I know is that I just want to cry until I can’t feel.
I can’t break away until I have a place to run.

I wish.

It hurts too much to know you cannot love me until we’re infront of each other.. I don’t know how much longer I can handle that.. I know I can’t handle it anymore

It just.. fuck. I don’t want to move out of the country.. for even you.

Hand me ribbon, a needle, and love, for through these I will become complete.

You bleed, you learn. You scream, you learn.

Seeing you today was weird.
I don’t know why you especially.

It always hurts to see everyone from then, to feel that ache.. the longing I used to have. To know that you recognized me even, because I recognized you the minute I saw those eyes. God, it hurts.

For you to be so nice to me after these years.. I could feel your eyes on me, and there was no way I could look at you. I was so timid. You, made me hurt the most in the beginning. My goal was always to offend you, then, to piss you off.

I don’t want to feel your eyes burning into my skin anymore.. and you’re so beautiful.. so different. And I don’t like it.
I wish I could be back.. but that place was pain.. the whole district is full of lies and pain.

I wish you hadn’t recognized me.. I wish you hadn’t said anything.
My lips feel sewn shut. And yet, some part of me wishes we could have stood there for hours, and just talked. About everything. And I don’t even care about you. You’re just fake, I know it. Please don’t play games with me, don’t.

Take a photograph.

I have realized I truely love few.
I care for and like many, but love few.
And I love hard – I fall hard.

Not necessarily romantic love – I just love deeply in general.
But particularly in the aspect of romantic love.
I’m trying to figure out if that’s a fault.
He says it is. He says a lot of things are faults.

I’m tiring of falling for people so hard.
But I can’t help it.
A girl once told me I had a lot of love to give.
I can’t keep all this bottled up.
I would explode into a thousand hearts.

Speaking of exploding.
Today’s X-Files episode revolved around that.
And Mulder and Scully got into this adorable scientific discussion.
And they’re so made for each other.. I giggled.
Nothing quite makes me feel like a day with Mulder and Scully does.

(I’ve watched Showgirls two days in a row.
And I finally am watching the uncut version.
SO much better. I can’t even begin.)

Oh, that reminds me.
If you fuck with her again..
I don’t know what I will do.. But it won’t be pretty.
Don’t you dare fucking break her again.
Don’t you fucking DARE.

Listen well; will you marry me?
Not now, boy.

And are you well in the suffering?

K. Gonna finish this movie.

xoxo’s.

Dear Uncle Sam:

Since tomorrow is the fourth…
I’d really like to be happy.

Thanks.

(Or Ask Santa for me since its kinda-sorta-not-really almost Christmas in July?)


Mewsette