Let's be rational here...

2011-07-28 @ 3:16 a.m.
I hurt, but it's deserved


I know all kinds of ways to hurt the people i know. I didn't learn this behaviour - it's as natural to me as breathing.

I watch and i listen, and my arrows are well formed in my head.

If you're lucky, i'll love you too much to let them fly. If you're not, then i guess i pity you.

'Cause when i get angry, i get even.

My temper knows no bounds - if you cross one line, i'll cross a dozen.

It's a reflex - a defence mechanism. It's not something i can make go away.

My words are acidic - they're poisonous - they're perfectly awful.

And they're always well aimed.

You might start it, but i'll definately finish it.

And i'll insult myself for you - i'll steal your words right out from under you and announce them proudly.

If you call me a bitch you'll get to see me bark. And my bark really is worse than my bite.

My bark is enough to cut right through to your heart.

If you allow my friendliness to fool you into thinking i'm an easy mark; then the joke's on you.

A sweet disposition hides an acerbic tongue and a fierce wit.

I'm passionate and i'm confident, and i'll find a way to make you wish you'd never spoken your first words to me.

I enjoy the fight - the chance to get things off my chest. I can handle my anxiety and guilt - make no mistake about that.

I feel them; but i'd rather feel that pain than let you ride rough-shod over me.

Don't make the mistake of thinking i'm a soft touch. I know how to cut people out and carry on like nothing happened. I know how to free myself.

Having wings has a price.

I take no prisoners.

<<ghosts []the mist>>


me

A shit load of contradictions, wrapped up neatly, with a nice pretty bow.

adore

Reading. Writing. Zoos & Animal Parks. Bowling. Coffee Ice-cream. Blues Rock/Alternative/Indie Music. Fallen Angels. Wild Flowers. Pastrami. Vanilla Coke. Autumn. Harry Potter. Driving. Turquoise. Southern Comfort. Aviators. Semolina. Christmas. Museums. Dream Catchers. Roller Coasters. Tattoos. Winter Cider. Philosophy. Vintage Shops. Night time. Chinese Lanterns. Hoop earrings. Sci-Fi. Flowery Skirts. Mythical Creatures. Weeping Willows. Castles. Yankee Candles. Rainy Mornings. Ballet Pumps. Baking. Art Galleries. Long pendants. Quills and Ink. Spiced Rum. Libraries. Sleeping. Converse. Forests. Banana Milk. Venetian Masks. Poetry. Fireworks. US License Plates. Graveyards. Quotes. White Chocolate. Cats. Stars. Scrap Books. Shopping. Metallic Nail Varnish. Keepsakes. Phoenixes. Golden Grahams. Horror Movies. Tea (Esp. Rose Earl Grey). Lemonade Shower Gel. Travelling. Tragic Love. Piercings. Old Book & New Sponge Smells. Storms. Witty People. Cherries. Colourful Socks. American Dramas. Airports. Aston Martins. Hazelnut Lattes. Cowboys. Skeleton Keys. Cajun Chicken. Ivy. Dreams. Cinnamon Waffles. Old London. French Cheese. Trilby Hats. Antiques. Colourful Plasters. Postcards. Colourful paperclips. Bangles. Marvel & DC Comics. Key rings. Notebooks.

detest

Dishonesty. Racism. Narrow-Mindedness. Idiocy. Unwarranted Violence. Neglective Parents. Bullying. Unearned Respect. Betrayal. Extreme Heat. Bright Lights. Sickness. Mushrooms & Olives. Alarm Clocks. Unfounded Jealousy. South African Accents. Celebrity Biographies. Suffocating Presences. Restrictions. Superficial people. Game playing. Routines.

desire

Robert Frost Leather Bound Journal.

Small Vinyl Book Ends.

Astro Star Lamp.


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