The funny thing is I know this is not me, but I do not know how I really am.
You promised and did not fulfill. You want me to trust you?
GO FUCK HIM, OR WHOEVER, FOR ALL I CARE.
I would write a million words, only you will care. My love.
Take a nap and disappear.
Haven’t you wish that, you liar?
Love shouldnt be a verb.
Or at least it should be one that
can only be conjugated in first person
Photographs are windows to past dimensions.
Am I the only one that sees life as pictures? Life is kind of an odd scrapbook.
No one is who they really are,
So why should I be who I really am?
Our kisses want to be real.
Not Christmas Eve,
But there are the lights,
My world in my back,
You don’t understand but,
I mean, this is my life,
Odd thoughts, everyone odd,
Odd as fuck.
I’m afraid you’ll see and judge.
‘Cause I can’t explain,
You’ll just have to guess.
Cote (March 2013)
I have a secret that isn’t really a secret, I just hide it from you.
Is this love? I just can’t tell apart.