http://slow.writerscafe.org/reinventingaxl The original writings of author Chase en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776217977 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 And when the earthquakes come, the really bad ones, I forget where I am. The floor becomes lava and I'm already on fire, rocking back and forth to put myself out.My breath becomes a sputtering fire extinguisher, like a car that won't start,that just splutters and dies out and splutters again. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reinventingaxl/1707319/ There are moments where my heart grows heavy and my hands become weakwhen I can't even seem to be able to breathe I can't think without you, I can't function, I can't sleep.I can't think of a moment where I wouldn't want you to be laying next to me, our hearts beating in perfect harmony&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reinventingaxl/1675248/ Your eyes are the colour of my covers, your skin the colour of my walls.Your lipstick the colour of my acoustic guitar, which is stilllaying out in the hall.Your eyeliner the colour of my hair, your smile as bright asthe sun.All of these things remind me of you and I know that you are the one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reinventingaxl/1659027/ I want to be able to hold onto your body so tight,and feel the warmth of your skin on thecold winter night.I want to be able to whisper into your ear, and saythat I'm so glad that I could make ithere.I want to know that I'll never be alone, becauseinside your grasp is the only place I feel at h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reinventingaxl/1659024/ It took me 17 days to stop.17 days to stop all the pill popping,cocaine snortingchain smokingover-drinkingoh-so-damn depressingdrug abuse.I had been like this for three years? Maybe more.Everything was good, until I hit rock bottom.More drinkingMore pillsMore cocaineMore humiliationMore d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reinventingaxl/1499699/ I'D BE COMFORTABLE DROWNING AT THE BOTTOM OF A SWIMMING POOL IF IT MEANS MY LIPS TOUCH YOURS WHEN I RESURFACE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reinventingaxl/1499634/ YOU ARE A BOMB. I AM A FIREWORK. YOU ARE A BOMB THAT I DO NOT KNOW THE COUNTDOWN TO, YOU ARE A BOMB THAT WAS NEVER INTENDED TO BE IN MY HANDS. YOU ARE A BOMB. ONE DAY, YOU WILL EXPLODE, LEAVING ME TO LIGHT UP AND SHOOT OFF INTO THE SKY, THE DESTINATION UNKNOWN. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reinventingaxl/1431567/ MY HEAD IS POUNDING LIKE A FOURTH BASS DRUM IN A MARCHING BAND BUT I AM AS EMPTY AS THE BUSTED ONE IN THE CORNER MY MOUTH IS AS DRY AS ARIZONA EVEN THOUGH I SWALLOW THIS ALCOHOL LIKE WATER BUT ALL I CAN TASTE IS HER CHERRY LIP GLOSS FROM WHEN I KISSED YOU FOR THE LAST TIME. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reinventingaxl/1430602/ YOUR BLUE EYES STARE INTO MY SOUL ONCE AGAIN YOU GAVE ME A SMILE ONCE AGAIN I LET YOU IN ONCE AGAIN YOU RIPPED MY HEART OUT OF MY CHEST ONCE AGAIN THIS IS A VICIOUS CYCLE AND IT WILL NOT END UNTIL I STOP LETTING YOU IN ONCE AGAIN http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reinventingaxl/1430598/ I DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU MIXED MY LOVE WITH YOUR HATE TO FORM A REACTION AND LET IT EXPLODE IN MY FACE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reinventingaxl/1430595/ I WONDER IF YOU THINK OF ME WHEN YOUR LIPS ARE ON H E R NECK http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reinventingaxl/1430594/ YOU WERE MY ALCOHOL,MY SHOT OF RUM, MY WHISKEY.YOU LEFT ME STAGGERING TO GET HOME,FILLED WITH NOTHING BUT REGRET AND SADNESS. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reinventingaxl/1430591/ I really didn't know what we were, or what we are, could've been, should've been.I do know that the voices I hear in my head are always yours, always yours.I guess that makes me sound crazy, right?Once I opened up to you, it seemed like you thought I was glass.You thought I was so broken, so to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reinventingaxl/1428948/ My heart is still in the wrong placeI could never imagine we'd end up this wayI don't even want to see your f*****g faceAfter all that we went through, now I'm fighting through the painYou have abandoned me for the third time this weekIt's like this heart that's been broken is so close to screamingI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reinventingaxl/1425592/ trigger warning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reinventingaxl/1423008/