Midwest Massacre 2008I'll probably be posting more snowboarding shots and ski shots next week then. Thanks!
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emilyshe always smiled. that is something I rememberemily
better than anything.
she always welcomed me, into her home,
and into her family wholeheartedly.
she bought me a present for Christmas- the sent of sweet pea is now the sent of red hair, smiles, suicide, and Emily.
pills her weapon of choice; she thought her death would be easier
than the constant struggle to fight a disease she knew would be victorious in the end.
her arms were a fortress for the shy girl that didn’t know about me.
it would
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hoping gets you nowhereA phone unanswered. An e-mail left with no reply. Looks not cast in my direction. Avoiding eye-contact-- your pitiful attempthoping gets you nowhere
at avoiding situations
unsettled.
Lack of knowledge, assumptions your rose-colored glasses. Unsure yourself, your feelings and thoughts clash, making motion non-existent
confusing.
Tomorrow I’ll see you. You’ll smile and ask how I am. Your words are cold, but you desire me not to leave so quickly, except I am already out the door. Your heart now in peril,
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alcohol at its bestmy closed eyelid, my nose, my forehead, my jaw line. the full perimeter of my lips, and my lips themselves. my neck, my cheek, to the right of my right eye, the top of my hand.alcohol at its best
your lips leaving permanent scars on every part of me they touched.
kisses filled with desire, but knowing full-well the consequences of their actions.
and tonight you'll go back to her, but your neck is stained red and you smell of brandy, camel-wides and me.
and I am left going home alone, salty regret dripping down open wounds, making oce
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a kiss is worth 1,000 wordsMy sanity left town, taking clear thoughts and my conscience with it the moment your lips touched mine.a kiss is worth 1,000 words
Possibly even before that…
Like the moment you scooted closer to me. Sitting cross-legged on the floor you put your knees on top of mine and leaned in close to my face…
Maybe it was that moment, possibly even before that…
Like the moment you asked who my latest boy-toy was as you pulled me down on your lap. I said facetiously, “What boy-toy? How’s your girlfriend?” And you said, “She’s
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