| patron saint, are we all lost like you? aren't we all to you just lost causes? |


control. on tuesdays you ask mecontrol. by ~moondrums
why i can't get of bed:
you say, is it because you
want control, is it because
you need control?
no, i say, i don't want to talk
about this right now
look, it's because
my mother's shoulders shook
when the alimony ran out, and
because i lied when i said
i don't want you to fuck me
in the back of your subaru,
and it's because the couch springs
are broken, i'm out of tylenol, and
there's this sick kind of hurt spreading
into my fingertips, lacing
my spine,
and somewhere
deep down, i want this
to paralyze me
and maybe it's
because you're so perfect
from far away, so
perfect when you're drunk