Wednesday, 5 August 2009

Lurking

I only saw the razor, and shook.
Shakey shakey.
My cuts itched, my fingers twitched.
But I didn't do it. I'm proud of myself. Twice in one day would be a little extreme.

Also, you. Fucking lurkers.
Stop lurking. I know how many people come here, now show me some love.
Or hate. I don't care, just stop lurking. It's creepy.
I'd like to be able to talk to you. Even if it turns into a flame war, it gives me something to do.

3 comments:

  1. You're poetry is so amazing. :D
    You are really talented.
    I don't know why your blog scares you. It's fantastic.
    Love Jess.
    xxx

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  2. Yey, a comment!
    You have no idea how happy that makes me.
    And thankyou :3

    xxx

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  3. I like this a lot actually!! Keep writing I like your poetry

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