bruised, inside and out

sunday 28th july 2002 @ 22:44

a beautiful fucked up web of incestuous jealousy. the only thing lacking was a tv set through a window. rock and roll the old fashioned way. although most of the punches were the invisible kind that leave everybody feeling bruised in the morning. it was no prettier the first time round. the boots just fit better.

and maybe i'm not scared of being alone. maybe i'm just idealising a hollywood love that lasts and never ruins your hair while you're asleep. you were wrong when you said i could never be lonely. liking my own company doesn't mean i don't want to share it.