And This Time is No Exception

October 27 2009.

I always fall hardest for girls who are crazy and creepy.
These girls who flood my voicemail with drunkdials, beg me to use them, force me to say I love her (or her) (or her) long before I do. They say they want to feel my heartbeat, want to get stranded at a subway in the early hours, want twin-shaved heads, dancing with her head on my shoulder, a slender neck in the side of a photograph, pleather and leather and knots around ankles- they want us drowning, making cuts in ourselves, want the stars and the sun and to pull out a soul. They lie to me, and they usually make me cry. They quote things I've said before I knew them.

Liza tells me I shouldn't actually appreciate stalkers, but I know an echo of me. And Danny says, is she shorter than you? This is important in case you fuse.