another_lost pushpins Life is really the easy way out with our labored perfunctory breaths (how lazy) But I'm not living anymore. against the swimming auras i try so hard to hurt when your liqour words slosh at me in your honest pain. The three words you throw at me sing insignificantly in my hands. we fell apart in eachother reaering peices of one another we had an adopted love. the shallow claw marks stretch and scratch my throat when i try to say 'I love you'. the sparkle has burnt out and I feel the acids coming up my throat screaming another lost friendship. 020126 what's it to you? who go blather from