last blog of 2008

I'm dreadfully scared of the night time
I take cold showers to punish my bones
and deprive myself of the warm rainfall
"The picture is crooked"
you turn to me and say, "That picture you speak of, is a mirror".

I`ve been kissed and loved at the same time only once in my entire life.

I`m a screaming mess of imperfections.
I watched as you tore into me,
tearing holes in me
eventually I just ripped myself apart and gave you the biggest piece.


There are a million things that can make me sing, but I can`t even carry a tune.