and how the fuck were you supposed to know? i can’t blame you. and i’m sorry that i ever did. you were a wild child too. makes me think it runs rampant in this blood we share.
1952. living fast. a rarity in your time. late nights, flashing lights. a free spirit. running kindred with mine. the same but different. two generations to tear us apart. i’d like to think that i’d have been your friend. we’d stay up drinking. we’d go dancing. we’d laugh the night away.
i’d like to say that i would have done anything in my power to keep you away from him. keep you from the pain to come. keep our freespirit blood clean. i’d like to go back and help you live the life you deserved.
and it kills me to know that there is a part of him that lived inside of my father. trickling down through time. slowly breeding. building up inside of me too. we come from a history of bad men.
oh, but what i wouldn’t give to change it if i could. looking through these pictures and looking at you now. i can see her in there. somewhere deep. beneath the cracks in your skin and your saddened eyes. i know she’s still there.
you see, if i can get you angry enough. if i can make you laugh hard enough. if i can make you cry. i can still see the passion. that heavy smile. one that i’m sure won the hearts of the world over, way back when. i can see it still. you’re not gone yet. we still have a fighting chance.
we can break the cycle. this history of bad men. you’re a ride or die. i see it still. you were young. and you were burned. a free spirit. a wild child caged by a love that was never there. a son that fell victim to the history of bad men. a sorrow like the world has never seen.
its not your fault. you did your best. but we’re here now. fatherless is childless is maybe we could have saved him if we tried harder. but we didn’t. and its just us now.
we can move on. headstrong.
like we always were.
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It has recently come to my attention that THIS girl has been posting just about everything I’ve ever written as if it were hers. On facebook. On tumblr. You name it.
As if that was not enough, I was also informed that she has been in talks with an up and coming band, giving them permission to use my work.
Listen guys, not only is this fucking pathetic, but as all of this has been done without my knowledge or consent, it is considered copyright infringement and is punishable by law.
It is to be noted that 99.9% of what you see on this blog was written when I was at rock bottom, and is extremely personal. The fact that anyone would take my work, and publish it as theirs is disgusting.
To the girl I reblogged this from, THIS IS YOUR WARNING. If I find that the band has used any of my work in their lyrics, or even referenced it, (mind you, “derivative” is also a punishable offence,) I will sue you so fast your fucking head will spin.
Blocking me from facebook and tumblr won’t help, either. I’ve screen-capped all of your posts that belong to me, along with their respective dates. And I have other ways of keeping in contact with you.
Thanks. And have a nice day.
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i can stand straight. look forward, shoulders back, chest forward. i can slouch. look down, shoulders hunched, chest caved. i can arch my back and deliver all the warning signs of simultaneous metaphorical and physical submission. i can move a little to the left. just a fraction of an inch to the right. i can stand on my mark and i can tilt my head. i can give you a lazy smile, a half-hearted wink. i can do it all, and i can do it better than anyone. but i really can’t do much else.
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