December 15, 2008.
I'm sick of these gut-wrenching worries, I don't like to constantly grasp straws.
These cleverly bending straws of hope, twisting to perfectly fit my paths.
I need a pin-straight roller coaster.
I've no need for these turns and dips, my emotions are a ride in themselves,
And I'm easily terrified of heights.
I wish with my whole being that you, would see the holes you tear in me.
Would see the paint I use to fix up my red blotched eyes from their rains.
I want a wedding march of an afternoon, with shiny-toothed bouquets.
I want a pick-me-up of 'I love you's, in this dark sea of 'go away's.
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