SoKat'sGotYourTongue?

Friday, September 17, 2010

Because Clarity Was Never Your Thing

Read Me If You Can

Can you read me like an open book?

If i didn't know any better, I'd say you were my author

or at least had a hand in my editing.

Truth is, you changed me.

Though I'm not very sure the change was for the better,

I'm pretty sure I have been changed for good.

It's funny, really, the way people notice.

Words unsaid are often shared between many.

It became a habit, then an obesession

And I was searching, certainly sure I knew what was best.

To break the habit, I had to break myself.

Something that's been attempted before.

No one was as successful in changing myself, than me. .

Something I Should Have Said A While Ago

IAMSOSORRYIAMSOSORRYIAMSOSORRY

No matter how many times I say it, I don’t feel any less guilty.

I was not strong, I am not strong.

I can only hope to learn and not make mistakes like that a habit.

I can’t stand it. Again and again. You didn’t deserve it, and I didn’t deserve you.

I am so proud of you, I only wish I had been there along the way.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

If you want to leave, I won't stop you
I've heard that purity is a blank canvas for your dark art
You'd just love to put some of your paint on me, wouldn't you?

Well you can't.
I'd rather see you go than see myself crumble
My walls are stronger than my back door
It's right there, so you can get the fuck out

We've had this conversation a million times
And believe me, you're not the only one I've had it with
At least he loved me.

There's little I am proud of but
That is one thing I can say is MINE.
It will stay mine for as long as I see fit.
No words you say or cologne you wear can change that.

I am my own, this gift is beautiful
I've read regret. I've seen regret
I have not felt regret in the magnitude
I would have if your little plan had worked

I hope everything worked out for you.
You sure did a nice job making a mess around here.
I've been smudged a bit, but I got the tough stains out.

This canvas is clean.
Maybe one day love
Will turn me into the next Mona Lisa
Instead of smeared parchment in your grotesque gallery.

letters+lighter=allyouneedtoigniteher

your words only make me happy now when they have burn holes in them. i guess the holes were always there, i can physically see them now. yes, i gave in and i don’t give a shit. i wanted to watch everything we had go up in flames. again.

If you crashed at this speed, how much damage would be done?

Models.
Bottles.
Gas full throttle.

If you crashed at this speed, how much damage would be done?

Coast and brake.