It's easy to get carried away in the idea of someone even when deep down you know
that's all you're falling in love with,
that's all they'll ever be--
an idea

I want someone to love the parts of me I never did--the way I get too excited over things, and the times I decide to leave my responsibilities, at a day at most. But most importantly, I want to love him, all of him because I see it, not from observation but because he trusts me enough to let me see

4am is for the heartbroken
recovering from the pain
recovering from whatever seemed to take  the pain away

Everything is designed to distract
From this hollow building up inside
Drowning with regrets
I realize there’s no place to hide

Thoughts of you that were always withdrawn
All this time, abandoned somehow
Don’t know how long I can hold on
But I know you can’t hear me now

I’m broken, you literally took a part of me
Now I gasp at all the things we can’t be
It may be too late, but things are clear
All I will ever need is you here

Pale cradle
My skin hurts

My knees are two angels
In love with my face.

I’m a dead cherub
With a cigarette
And the shakes –

Tell me I smell like a bath-bomb,
Tell me I’m worth your time,
But never let me know
That you know
That I’m afraid.