by Cassandra Latisse

Created on: November 24, 2009

it was loud.

because music and beauty and neon colours are still loud if you're in a room together.

and maybe you can put quiet and noise in an elevator and see how they like each other. I'm sure they won't. yes, they'll put up a show and kiss once or twice and each wonder about their own interests. yes, you could close your eyes and say that opposites attract and that you can lay pink on top of dark brown.

but that would be a lie.

you are a lie.

like one vicious elation after another you'd asphyxiate me with your blindness and your silent beauty. tell me that everything I say is the truth and that God exists and that people see what's underneath my pale-white skin.

tell me that inspiration is when you think of things just like that and tell me that Shakespeare was a romantic and tell me and tell me and tell me.

but I'm tired of you telling me things.

don't talk at me.

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