my sky isn’t blue,
my soul is.
my sky is all kinds of madness visible to the naked eye,
my sky is violet & pink,
yellow & green,
being this sad,
this mentally mad,
it does stink.
my world isn’t calm,
it’s got waves & waves of uncertainty & quite beautiful storms.
i wish to wake & believe that somewhere within this mess, i am beauty,
my heart isn’t strong enough to have faith in that yet.
my sky isn’t grey,
my heart is.
He had fire at his fingertips
so when he grabbed at my waist
i loved u at my worst.
not even allowed to eat.
u were all i needed to feel good.
u couldn’t bare to see me that ugly.
u didn’t want me when we couldn’t see each other.
nonetheless, i loved u.
i loved u when u had nothing to give,
when i couldn’t even walk on my own two feet.
u didn’t even love me all dressed up,
u didn’t even love me with my clothes off.
u weren’t decent enough to pretend u loved me,
even at my worst.
they don't play well together
It’s where we smoked our cigarettes
because we were already living for way too long
but we never jumped of the roof
we only let the smoke
burn our lungs from inside out
and wanted death to come closer slowly.
two fallen angels on a rooftop
although it doesn’t hurt quite like it used to,
i still feel u when i close my eyes.
You held the paper
between you lips
Been so jealous
Of a cigarette
It should have been me