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COOKINEL
Age: 19
Location: milford, mass
Joined On: Jul 06, 2006
Occupation: ex-papa ginos cook (and very glad its over)
Website: screw myspace!!!!
"I walk the coast of the Atlantic, somewhat calm and yet so frantic. Could life be as fake as this? A movie scene; a perfect bliss. Horizon dawns a brand new truth: This is living without you. And I can't picture it this way, when sunset lands on manmade days- it's okay to purchase views just to fucking watch the moon? Maybe if they waived the fee, maybe if you came with me, we'd dwell beneath our likely lives...I'd pay to live in paradise." -J. Gonzalez
Fucking Waste
drop the act and look at me
tell me what you think you see
i passed you by a hundred times
preserved the days that you were mine
our secrets all at once revealed
the worst of pain and finally, truth
God knows i fucking trusted you
dont say it loud cuz they might hear
i gave it all to feel you near
and now you act like its okay
when i fell harder everyday
i looked across, around, behind
knowing you were never mine
your temporary league in life
will end and you will not suffice
so say goodbye, it hurts me more
you know it does so dont be sure
that ill be back to hold your hand
its too late to give a damn
drop the fucking act for me
tell me who you think you see
At Least the Sex was Good
And I looked you dead in the eye, fearless.
Your sweat dripped from the small of your back,
down from my knees.
I shook and shivered, took a breath
gripped your shoulders, hard.
Realized that you were staring down at me,
the whole time, fearless.
I kissed you to preserve the moment,
kept you quiet (don't break the silence)
I woke up that morning smiling.
My Parents Got A Seperation (UHOH!!)
Separations, accusations
say the truth for once.
custodies and legal fees
Twenty's a good run.
should you worry (if you care), worry not for me.
snapshot photos hang on walls that you may never see.
it's alright just please don't cry,
don't act like such a child.
it's your choice to be grown down and make your lifestyle wild.
I'll see you once or twice a week and should you care to call or speak,
i'll remind you of your known past life and all the choices you made right.
An hour before my flight?
I looked at myself in the mirror when you and i broke up.
so scorned, so violently shaking.
You turned the corner, hand in hand,
i looked around and all my friends were silent.
so humiliating...
all's i could think was how nice to catch you now,
i trusted you completely.
I felt like i had her spit in my mouth,
so i brushed my teeth like crazy.
could you possibly live with yourself after this?
i took you up on your dare to hit you,
you staggered with a blunt in hand
(is that how you forget everything...?)
karma comes around but i don't believe that shit,
you got lucky, picking me to fuck around with.
how did you know that i deserved this?
F*ck Buddies
You thought wrong, my love,
'cause i won't be the one you leave (when it's over)
while you sleep i get dressed
in sheer shock of seeing you again
it seems slow motion as i reach to wipe my forehead of your sweat
a kiss goodbye for you,
out the door and running.
i calm myself at feno,
breathe, light up and sit-
nothing is worse than this.
call me in three weeks
(we'll do it again, inevitably.)
