you_can_read_it_on_their_faces
so fucking lost if all i have is hatred left,
then the only thing i can expect from them
is the same
and it makes my hatred grow
which, in turn, they pick up on and hate me further.

hate what you cannot explain
hate what you do not understand
hate what is different

hate when all else is gone
020215
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ilovepatsajak i must have read a thousand faces.
i must have robbed them of their cause.
020215
...
Deomis They are scared.
You see it in their eyes,
the fear of change,
of difference.

They fear you.
040719
...
puredream you can read it on their faces
you can see it in their eyes
they're leaving deserted traces
for you're the one whom they despise

they've chased you to the end of the line
of broken train tracks and bleeding nails
trying to convince you, "everything's just fine"
disregarding your windless sails

my mind's a playground for legless children
a mountain for deoxygenated climbers
pushing harder even though you cannot win
lost in and amongst all the sinners

who said this was supposed to make sense?
all these words, played out in real time
from my ears, not mouth, I dispense
holding above my head a suicidal sign

i could listen to your song over and over again
listening to you, your sounds, your blood drips
drip drop, through the window of your den
the pavement of your high sailing ships

staying afloat, sinking fast through the clouds
strumming your heart strings, snap
a star breaks ahead, listen to the sound
of your soul crashing, the snap of a trap

you can read it on their faces
you can see it on their eyes
they'll chain you with fraying shoelaces
suffocate, muffle your most lost of cries
040719
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Syrope He always gets so mad,
the things you laugh at.
"Don't get so worked up."
you'd say.
but on the back deck
you admit that
you haven't felt much
like laughing lately anyway.
And then I say,
"that could change."

I noticed how you waste no time
making your way
across the room.
You leave a wake of tongues
still waving after you.
And it's no coincidence
where you finally choose to stand.
I know soon
soon you will be leaving your man.

It's a sweet smile
and then a denial.
Hey, you're just trying to be nice. But there's a meaning
to every fleeting action
you unconsciously decide.
The clocks they chime.
Now it's time.

I know you try to play it cool
but there's some thoughts
you just can't hide.
Only in your closest friends
would you confide.
The way you say
you'll be seeing me,
oh, like it's so offhand.
I discern soon
soon, you will be leaving your man.

You look at me so boldly now.
You have no lack of confidence.
It's just those lessons on sublety
you missed.
I know you dream of saving me
like I'm some plane
that you could land.
But when you fly
you'll be leaving your man.

~ soon_you_will_be_leaving_your_man
~ bright_eyes
040720
what's it to you?
who go
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