Mine egne små tekster

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  • Publiceret: 15 aug. 2011
  • Opdateret: 12 mar. 2017
  • Status: Igang
Her vil jeg skrive mine små tekster. Digte, tanker eller små historier jeg alligevel aldrig for skrevet færdige. Det er underholdende, at se, hvordan min skrivestil har forandret sig gennem de seneste 4 år.

Underligt nok, er dette, dét, jeg er mest stolt af. Måske fordi, det er skrevet med føleleser og ikke hastværk?

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231. alcohol and melancholy is a bad mix

 

 

Your words are like hooks - pulling and

grabbing and tearing in my heart. Your voice

steals my tongue and chokes my throat, and I

have never been so close to living and dying at the

same time. Sometimes I'm scared that you'll wake and

not love me anymore or realize you never did, which

I always kind of knew, even though you didn't. You tell

me to trust you, you tell me you care, you tell me

you'll watch out for me, but if that's true, then for

God's sake, stop stealing the air from my lungs. The world

without you is a little dangerous and a little grey, but

at least I don't have to be scared that anyone's going to

take you away and when I take a shot of vodka too

many you'll be the one holding my hair back, but I don't

want you to because I know this way I will only ever hold you

back. Let me whimper and cry and fall apart. I don't

want you to see me weak and upset because I know that

isn't going to make you like me any more. I don't want you

to hear all the bad things I have to say about all the people

that treated me like trash because how could you ever relate

when they haven't shit on you? Sometimes I'm just so scared

that you'll wake up and realize I'm bad person but if

that time comes I want you to know that I always truly

cared about you, I always honestly, really, really did.

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