"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

you're like an infectious disease
you creep up on me with those eyes, that hair and omigod your abs
you look so sweet, you smell so sweet, you act so sweet
and you make me feel like this
but i am tantalus, forever watching and reaching for you
and you pull away, ensuring my pain
fuck you.

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