why did this happen i will run away with you look- find me- take me
i find stupid things phone wires and dirty bricks broken lights and sleep
it’s your mind. your mind most of all. the old dusty pages of memory, and the wildflowers and dirty weeds that grow through the cracks of cement twisting around your brain soaking up sun through your open veins. but also your long fingers that crawl up my ribs. the way you look at me. the way you look at me but you don’t care. behind my eyelids you burn- behind yours she dances
I’ve seen people destroyed by themselves. Their minds are so poisoned by their thoughts of self-hatred and nightmares of pain. I’ve seen people tear themselves down wearing their skin to the bone only to wake up every morning drowning, with purple eyes and pricked skin. I’ve seen people blown down by the fire breath of others to be shoved to the ground with explosions triggered...
she pronounced her love yet, it was said to the moon he didn’t hear her
i keep thinking back to the night when the fog was sticky in the air you blew smoke in my face i rested my head on your chest counting your ribs and humming to your heartbeat my pale shins collided with your dirty jeans you touched my hip and tripped up my rib cage we fell asleep to the beatles my throat raw, my skin hot i danced in the moonlight but didn’t taste the fire
i want to be a pirate or a girl locked in a tower a dream, a fantasy… anything but a reality.
i’m sorry - it’s late so i feel like writing. I’ve had really terrible writers block for a really long time, and the last time I actually wrote something was in french class, and it was really angsty. It’s spring break. It’s almost 2 in the morning, and I told my parents I would go to bed two hours ago. I’m watching supernatural. I’ve been thinking, and I want someone. I know it’s stupid, but I...
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