darling my deepness
is smothering
where you might find yourself drowning
but i am always present holding a glass
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
the loneliness....
humming over a drank, charlie presses the cool glass against her forehead.....nodding to the words..."when i saw you and that girl"....blindness....beyond heartache.....each drink, brings the feeling back full throttle....she says a prayer out loud....longing for freedom....egh.....she hugs herserlf....and sings a note..."baby, i rather be blind".....tears streaming...she just wants her james. any kind of way, reeking of some womans perfume, obnoxiously drunk, she wants that scent, those eyes, to fill her up...the record is on repeat.....she has decided to listen to this song all night till she passes out....another prayer..."jesus help me", her neck wet from sobbing....help me she whispers.....BLACKOUT
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