Open Hole

"He rests my heart on the tip of his tongue and every day he swallows. I choose to sacrifice everything within my skin that is righteous and mine for pieces of his affection. I cry phantom tears that ..."

"There were weeks when I wore your ring like a wife. Proud to bear my title, arrogant in my place of you. But you haven't kissed me in days. And I don't remember a time when you slept in my soul. Writ..."

"We spit fire and smoke, magnify each other's faults, and then sweetly say goodnight with the tenderness of snow. © on May 07 2001 03:29 PM PST   0 • 8"

"There's no one here. I keep myself on hold, waiting for anything. Why is it so important for me to write all of this down? To examine it later? To make some consensus with my selves as to who I am? I ..."