Posted by monkeyshines on Sun 3 Jan 10, 9:38 PM to monkeyshines's blog.
Oh how you let things get under your skin, into your brain, rattle around in your mind. You pull it out, look at it, turn and mull it over and stick it back, wedge it right fucking in. Let it fester... Another comment and you let that one get into bed with the first. Yep fuck each other. Breed. One little comment, now two, now something tangible, almost solid. You keep composed but know the side you keep locked will break free, it grows it feeds and it will poke its ugly head out.
I am a detective, I wish I wasn't, I have no business and yet I love it so. It is a dirty business, someone is bound to get hurt, it is bound to be me. And I want to hurt someone, I want to probe and push in deep, I want blood and bruises and handfuls of hair but only crazy people want to hurt a figment of their imagination. Crazier ones still want to turn that anger in onto themselves and be kissed with a fist, kissed from head to foot. If I push my luck will you hurt me? Will you give me the pain I crave?
I met a man, I met a git, I met a saint and a sinner and he feeds me. My insecurities. He sees through me and he can control the emotions. I am a time bomb waiting to go off. But he can take that and make me smile. I feel free. I can fly.
| 3 Jan 10, 9:56 PM Jahc99 UK, 5 yrs  |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpsDegqioVA Sorry, was that bad taste? Why poison your liver when I could eat it for you? Edited 3 Jan 10, 9:57 PM by Jahc99 |
| 3 Jan 10, 10:01 PM monkeyshines 3 yrs |
Was it meant to be? I love Florence and the Machines, I particularly like this one. |
