stuck beside myself all night I hear your echo in my sleep a simple pro and con of sorts as I’m trying not to creep on wanting words and wording wants
it kills me to remember you’re just past gone, past breath… when it rolls around September I’m just past done, past thinking and every broken whisper
I lost my color when I found my s… clipped the wings of found ignoran… and taught me to fly on a current so timeless I lost my last strand of youth
today I woke up just knew I was all wrong afternoon was over the shadows had grown long yesterday you asked me
it was more like a lake less of a moat waters rarely ventured sober in a lightly patched boat yet I tried to cross this body
I think to myself– if people were rain I’d be a drizzle and you a hurricane I float through existence
if I were to tear away strands of my heart pull away pieces and rip it apart.. would you still call me lovely?
how could you people even care anymore spiteful youth give it up what the fuck are you fighting for…
she posseses a laugh that kills like the drop her lips echo whispers of the poison she’s got want all of her passion
I’m the only one left stumbling he… and I just want to walk away. Like those I know from long ago and decided not to stay. To my not so dear past lessons lea…
you don’t want to be with me, I get it. but I’m the best option you’ve got… are you with me? I’ve waited a very long time to lo…
is it a penchant for self-loathing… my mind has a habit of deviation filling answers with questions tha… my heart has a practice of exhumat… and forgiving the most cold-bloode…
awakening each morning she just wants to be sedated to lose herself in that mess of mi… where she’s appreciated in each effort she counts
creeping, it grows a bit too quickly, and he knows all these stones and every moan feel it burning in each bone and when he’s walking home alone
it plays it my head a hundred times through the softest of gestures I have given to you our eyes are held even