If I died And no one knew, I don’t know. And I am scared And everything hurts
The clouds in the distance Sit, patient Oblivious to my need For rain They promise the rain
I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together
Words are just words They say But if they’re “just words,” Why do they hurt so much more When they tell the truth?
I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,
damp. damp and frothy and sticky upon
As you walk away, Without looking back, I stand here, heart in my hands. I wish you had stayed Or that I’d done something differ…
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
We used to have the same lunch, didn’t we? We used to laugh at the same jokes… wouldn’t we? We were woven from the same fabric
star-struck because stars are fictional, heavenly things. but
Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze
We have tendencies to be self destructive and it was only ever our fault, yours and mine and we were never okay.
Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
He drapes his hand over the mounta… Brushes his fingertips over the fi… His breath dusts the windowpanes w… He cries for Spring, his tears fa… Soft mounds of snow form below him…
