carnelian

the fire is burning and its still freezing inside.
the room is filling up with smoke.
all the songs are played loud.
and the stench of a man's feet
is impossible for me to understand.
I dance and laugh. I stuff my panties with socks to match.
i laugh but not at you. it was just a co-in-si-dance.
I miss being crazy.
i know there is something wrong when im thinking
and i know that everything is fine when im feeling.
he left at three....years of three, hours three, men. there were three.
can you draw a perfect circle?
I can and I have drawn them over every map and memory of my life.