Drakkenchild

pathetic fallacy and foreshadowing, all caught up in the rain and I feel drawn, feel part of it drenched.

...but on the bright side, I may start uploading again :D oh, but probably just crappy iPhone pictures of my work, none of that fancy camera/scanner stuff for me :P man, I feel like I need to be all deep and metaphorical and poetic in these cause that's that's what they're been these last several years. Hmph. Whelp, here's something from about a month ago cause I can't think of anything now: My skin smells like you, sweet chai and fire in my spine Let's break the rules and be set free Free to your affections, And I wish I could stay the night and soothe your aching body and then sleep, Wrapped in the warmth of cinnamon, skin and fire

I hate myself for screwing up. I hate myself for not being perfect for you, for breaking your trust. I hate myself because this isn't the first time it has happened. I mark myself with a cut that I will force to scar because that will be a permanent mark and reminder to not slip like this again, because every slip damages your trust in me and I feel like things were going great and you were just starting to tell me those personal things again. And then I fucked it up. The scar will be my promise to you to try my hardest to never let this happen again. I am sorry. (Please forgive me)