the mopes of a young girl.
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| dee dee ramone. Always Born a Crime  Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 5369 | They're mostly in what you'd say in poem format, but some are more sort of short essays. Any comments are greatly appreciated, and thank you for reading. |
| dee dee ramone. Always Born a Crime Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 5369 | Easy Company. I'm just easy company. Just there along for the ride. Not one of importance, hell no? Just one to sit by your side. I'm there so you won't be alone, There just to talk and to laugh. I can't quite imagine myself be much More than a quick conversation. We used to have real discussions, And I know it's hard to believe. The days when I had some value to you, As a trustworthy friend or pal. And now you trust me, as much as I trust you Which, -believe me- isn't a lot. Is it really so bad to wish for it back? I did really like you and all. So I guess there's no point in telling you now, That I can't help but drown in your eyes. And it's been like that for a long time boy, Even after I've tried to forget. Forget how good it feels to hug you, Fast forward my brain, not rewind. Delete the memories of you sitting with me, Just erase this all from my mind. |
| dee dee ramone. Always Born a Crime Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 5369 | This is a trio. Only A Stand-In. Am I simply a poor substitute? A makeshift replacement, a temporary imitation? I'm only an understudy for the real actress. She's the one who keeps the key to your heart. When you claim you can't do without me, And say that I mean more than the world to you, Why do I know it's a lie? I'm by your side for one reason, To satisfy your taste for the female sex. I know that I'll be tossed aside like a rag doll, When the day comes that she's yours again. Yet I still stay and I hold on to the last shreds of hope. I search every word you say to me for the glimmer of love, Or even just animalistic lust, just to prove my worthiness. But I fail. In the end, I'll just have to accept the fact; I'm jealous of this girl who's everything you want. And everything I'll never be. You And Her. As I watch you watching her, I feel the tinge of jealousy. The clichéd "green-eyed monster" strikes yet again. But I can't hate her, can't whisper lies behind her back, She's not to blame for your lustful obsession. It seems that when she comes up in discussion, Your face lights up, like an angel from above. Yet when I, the poor substitute comes up, you simply sigh, Disappointed that you had to choose second best. I know all this, and it tears me apart inside, thinking of you and her. Together, alone, and when no-one's there, who knows what goes on behind closed doors? Friends tell me you're not worth it, but you are. Worth every stab to the heart, worth every pang of jealousy. Every little glance you steal of her, thinking you've been so careful, Is where you've slipped, because I'll never take my eyes off you. The most beautiful boy in the world. It's that time of year again. When it goes so spectacularly. It crashes. Splinters from a broken glass, Racing to bury themselves in flesh that was once alive. But now dead. The fire's been extinguished. And no amount of lighter fuel will rekindle it again. I've been a fool, haven't I? Believing and trusting that it all works out. Well, that screwed up good and proper. & now I'm bleeding Space between the screaming. It's broken now. I'm broken now. But not you, oh no, not you. As complete as you'll ever be. Pieces intact and spirit whole. Whilst you go out and live, I pretend to do likewise. Which makes me discover I'm an actress. An amazing one. Those walls got torn down time after time. & time after time I simply bricked myself back in. Think happy thoughts, she said. Snatches of laughter. Floods of tears. If only I could find a way to rewind back, To that day where we met and start where we began. |
| dee dee ramone. Always Born a Crime Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 5369 | Glass House. Smooth, shining, perfect. As the sun catches it iridescent light shines through. Without cracks or stains. Simply a perfect house of glass. One day it breaks. Smashes and crashes into a thousand pieces. Shattered by one small imperfection. One tiny fault. My fault. |
| dee dee ramone. Always Born a Crime Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 5369 | Liar, Liar. It's easy for some of them. Sugar-coated untruths rolling off tongues. Honey-sweet smiles and sparkling eyes. It's easy for her. She was born with lipgloss in her veins. Staining everything impermeably. It's easy for you. All you ever had to do was smile, To bring my whole life crashing down. |
| dee dee ramone. Always Born a Crime Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 5369 | An Advertisement For The Back Pages. and all i'm looking for is some-one who knows how to make me laugh; and will do so on any occasion possible. preferably taller than me - not hard, but still. good taste in music; you don't have to like the ramones; but teenyboppers need not apply. i'd like it if you didn't mind my vices; i'm sure you've got yours. you don't need to be drop-dead gorgeous - but if you are that's okay with me; i'd probably like you anyway that is, if you'd like me. aesthetics like eyes and smiles matter. if you can't smile, find some-one who doesn't mind. |
| dee dee ramone. Always Born a Crime Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 5369 | imagine he was the sort of guy who played you like a toy; as if you were some kind of pre-packaged doll - feelings not included. "hi i'm punchbag barbie. feel free to screw me over!" he was the guy who said "i'll call you tomorrow" when he actually meant he'll call you in a week when you were in the midst of a mental breakdown- wondering. wondering why he hadn't called. maybe you weren't good enough. and he was the type of "dude" who was more surf n' turf than his n' hers. and don't you remember when you finally gave in and you let him take you on those star wars sheets of his? and you thought it was so special. he told all his friends. he told all his friends what a terrible shag you were. and i guess you were the kind of girl who quite likes to play with fire; holding matches until they burn into your fingertips. and aren't you stupidly sentimental, sweetheart? because i know you'll love him forever. after all, your union's bliss, but parting's sorrow, the agony's boundless, you lovelorn soul. and after all that shit he did to you, you still thought he was so goddamn sweet. but now you're that kind of girl who drinks all day, every day, even if it's just to forget how much it hurts to die from the inside out. because your heart's rotting - with invisible cancer. and your heart rots away a long time before your body does but that doesn't matter because once you're dead in your heart. sweetheart. you're dead. |
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