“Being afraid is the worst sin there is.”
—Michel Poiccard, Breathless.
Smile Friday Fail.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Say Yes by Elliott Smith.
I love you.
Pinup.
Arrows
You broke my lip, and my nose bled instead. I’m still swollen. I’m still shaking and full to the brim with anxiety and Whiskey. Your whiskey, her anxiety. My curse. I have your cigarettes in my pocket and your shirt buttoned half way over my heart. Too much pressure and I’d feel my ribs snap in half. But you broke my lip. And that is a crime. Not because it hurt. It’s still a crime. Have you ever committed a crime? You broke my lip. You could go to jail. I think your skin hurt more than the force. Has your life come down to ink and beer? Give me back my printer.
Are you scared?
It hurts that I can’t sleep at night. I’d rather spend every night fighting apathy and tired sighs than closing my eyes. I wish you didn’t die in my dreams. I wish you didn’t look at me that way, with soft glowing eyes. It makes me feel like I can’t do enough. Am I enough? You think I’m silent because I’m shy. I know I’m silent because I would stutter trying to hear myself over my rapid heartbeat.
I’m scared.
It hasn’t been a year but the taste in my mouth still makes me sick.
