Tuesday, November 18, 2008

dear aphrodite,

"you gave me enough for my birthday."

obviously not.

you need a stronger mirror or glasses to see how much you tear people apart, apparently.

love,
mavourneen

Sunday, November 16, 2008

dear aphrodite,

this is the end.

there's no going back now.

love,
mavourneen



the saddest thing is you could be anything you could want.
we could've been everything, but now we're not.
now it's not anything at all.
the hardest part was getting this close to you
and giving up this dream i built with you.
a fairy tale that isn't coming true.
you've got some growing up to do.

i wish we could have worked it out.
i wish i didn't have these doubts,
i wish i didn't have to wonder just what you are doing now.
i wish i didn't know inside
that it won't work out for you and i.
i wish that i could stop this wishing and just say my last goodbye.

after all the things you put me through,
tell me why i'm still in love with you.
why am i, why am i still waiting for your call?
you broke my heart, i'm taking it back from you.
i'm taking back the life i gave to you.
life goes on before and after you.
i've got some growing up to do.

i wish we could have worked it out.
i wish i didn't have these doubts,
i wish i didn't have to wonder just what you are doing now.
i wish i didn't know inside
that it won't work out for you and i.
i wish that i could stop this wishing and just say my last goodbye.

it's time i said my last goodbye.
goodbye, goodbye, it's time i said my last goodbye.

i wish we could have worked it out.
i wish i didn't have these doubts,
i wish i didn't have to wonder just what you are doing now.
i wish i didn't know inside
that it won't work out for you and i.
i wish that i could stop this wishing and

it's time i said my last goodbye.
goodbye, goodbye, it's time i said my last goodbye.
goodbye, goodbye, it's time i said my last goodbye.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

dear aphrodite,

lately, my letters suck. they're short and it's sad.


apparently, escaping you, escaping our past, is impossible.

i guess i'll just have to keep on the mask, smile and laugh when i want to cry.

damn.

love,
mavourneen

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

dear aphrodite,

you're a bitch. i'm glad i made you cry on your birthday.

that's all.

love,
mavourneen

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

dear aphrodite,

tomorrow we may be as good as dogs.

let's take a swing and die tonight.

love,
mavourneen

Friday, October 31, 2008

dear aphrodite,

vous êtes si beau, il est vrai, vous prenez mon souffle et le cassez dans deux. vos yeux fleurissent avec des tournesols, chips, et vos lèvres tremblent avec la poussière. les montagnes pourpres peuvent ne jamais comparer à la violette dans des vos bras. vous odeur de lavande, de crépuscule, et moi vous embrassez sous la lune twilit, miroitant avec la graisse.

vous me remplissez, au bord, avec joie la couleur des arcs-en-ciel. vous dansez sur les lèvres de la gloire, si beau, elle éclaire vers le haut de la salle. vous souriez, souriez, ainsi blanc, ainsi charmant, il affaiblit mes genoux ; autour de vous je ne peux pas souffle. vous êtes une fleur, une petite marguerite, flottant par ma pièce.

vos mains, vos mains molles douces, apportent le sucre à mes yeux. sans votre contact, je simplement ne peux pas vivre, j'ai besoin de vous au souffle, mais avec vous je suis noir.

il n'y a jamais assez d'or.

love,
mavourneen




demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while.
but, in time. . .nothing can harm you, not while i'm around.

Monday, October 27, 2008

dear aphrodite,

there's more philosophy is rocks than in the blood that licks your lips.

i'm really sorry to admit it, sugarplum, but it's the truth as cold and dirty and blue as i can get it.

i hate what we, our lives and wings and hopes and dreams and breaths, have become. i wish we could be five again; be five again and whole and new and alive and all full of smiles and sunshine.

i'm sick of seeing red and hearing red and breathing red and hugging red and being near red. i'm sick of the purple that is created by the red, the blue. if i could i would knock it down; i'd take away the red or the blue, so the purple would have to fall.

helping is pointless, in a world so full of black. i'm tired of trying.

love,
mavourneen