2009-10-07 - 1:10 a.m.
Jack Would Inhale You Until His World Became Tinted Sickly Green
Sometimes I feel a strange loneliness.
Almost a masochistic melancholy.
The kind of emptiness that somehow brings you closer to what you are aching for.
Even if it doesn't know or care. Because it doesn't exist.
Somehow that makes it even better.
It makes it yours.
This secret fucked up love affair.
That doesn't love you back.
That fills some space in your head and chest. And your fucked up pathetic little life.
If you were a drug, I would inhale you until my world became tinted sickly green, and I was there.
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