noose with a cross dangling (love, grandma)
medal with the mocking smile (you could have done better)
glasses her mother wore to read the paper (folded on a bedside table)
windchimes hanging outside her window (inhabited by spiders now)
cufflinks of the man she wanted to marry (they left lovely bruises)
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
she's got blades of grass from across the country stapled inside her eyelids
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
let's hang ourselves from the stars so everyone will know who we are
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
He stripped me down to my words and asked, "Does this hurt?"
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
she's not a flower, more like a **** or suburb-grass
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
i plan to repeat the same words over again until they sound something like you holding me in your arms again
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
//i've fallen in love with the ceiling of your car
//and i've fallen in love with the way your leather backseats stick to my shoulders
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
"Two broken people can't be together" because they've both seen enough hurt to make a nun commit suicide and they've taken enough pills to **** everyone in their broken families and they've cried enough tears to fill all the bottles of whiskey they downed in sorrow. "Two broken people can't be together" because someone's got to remember to do the laundry and call your best friend and feed the dog. "Two broken people can't be together" because being in love isn't about being the one to hold the gun while you pull the trigger, it's about being the one to kiss your neck in a warm bed at 3 in the morning because those nightmares still jolt you awake every night. But who better to console you than one who's seen the same things you have?
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
"TAKE IT WITH A GRAIN OF SALT" BUT YOU DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS HOLDING THE POISON IN HIS MOUTH; THE SAME TONGUE THAT MADE A BED OF FLOWERS SHOT VENOM DOWN YOUR THROAT
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
a wild imagination = a permanently broken heart
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC