Another Night At The Copper Coin

Touché Amoré


Over and under, I’ll dissolve and use charm as my cover. Left over right, walk a careful line between you and the outside. There is confidence and delusion. I reside between that confusion. It’s a misstep down a black hole. It’s a long way down and a mouthful. So overcome and become one. Over and under we learn to grow and we learn to recover. Over and out, I’ll play the card that holds me in less doubt. There’s promiscuity and devotion. Only one fulfills an emotion. It’s a big step to end a yearning. It’s accepting love but I’m learning to overcome and become one. I’ll find my way and follow through and maybe there I’ll meet you.

(Source: michaelaconlin, via passingexistence)


—You Couldn't Teach Me Integrity


I don’t deserve to say I’m sad, I don’t know what sadness is. I am just complaints from a dumb spoiled kid. I crave love, I crave attention and I hate myself for this.