06.04.09
"You thought I liked your music, but I didn’t.Your chords are sour and your strums seep like slop into separate sounds. Your voice is too much like copper and I think your words are too strung and too stinging to celebrate the knots in your heart. But I’ll listen anyway. I’ll keep my eyes open and my gut shut.I have to, because without you I’d have no fuel. Your words are my fumes, your swears super unleaded. It pumps me until I can get out of bed. I guess my doctor would call it rage. I guess my mind would call it love.You thought I liked your music, but I don’t.I guess everyone else does because it shows them something different; something scary; something new. I guess I don’t because it’s what I hear in my head every second, and I don’t really like to share."
About Me
- ×Kristy-n×
- I love to write, although I am erratic about it and my style isn't really... well flattering. I also really love art, especially inking, graphite, and conté. All black and whites... maybe that says a little about me. I am also really into cosmetology, but recognize that it isn't a realistic career choice. I am an equestrian, with 2 fabulous horses. I also play rugby... In a way I'm a little contradiction just by myself. I guess I don't make much sense.
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