Lust | Lavender | Lies
2003-10-05 @ 11:51 a.m.
And it just makes me sick; it makes me exhausted to know that there are people who will choke you with their lavender-scented realities. They never turn out to be real, anyway.
And I'm drowning and choking in lavender.
And I'm kissing and loving and sleeping with lavender.
And I'm losing it inside of these lavender lies.
Weave this fabric of fantasy over and under and around me. Make me gasp and go breathless with your lust and lies and viole[N]t crosses.
And when I'm missing your sounds and sights and scents I burn incense to be reminded of that smell. The clean, crisp smell of fresh lies and false accusations and biting and bruising and yelling and screaming and you. The smell of lavender.
Lavender-scented, lavender-colored, tart and bitter; I can replace you with tissue and tears.
Listening to: "This Charming Man" by The Smiths & "Faggot" by Mindless Self Indulgence
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