If you're askin' yourself, "How do you know?"
Then that's your answer, the answer is "No"
You know when you're in love.
It's unmistakable.
Undeniable.
So, if you have to ask yourself if you're in love,
then you're probably not.

I've given up on my "math class"
Because it turns out my "teacher"
can't teach.

why does my heart go on beating
why do these eyes of mine cry?
don't they know?
it's the end of the world
and it ended when you said
goodbye.

i want to peel your skin back
and reveal your deepest sweetness.
to look at your veins
and memorize their paths.
maybe then i’d understand
why you are so rough on the outside.
it takes a lot of work,
digging your fingernails into the flesh,
pulling and pulling until you are bare.
but it is all worth it;
to visit your center,
to break past what conceals you,
and take you apart
slice by slice.

Je me fonds en Elle
        que même lorsque les grillons cessent de chanter
        je me retrouve toujours allongé
        avec mes myriades de pensées
        à la contempler.

La nuit.

Et Vénus, sa gardienne, épousant mes yeux
        reflète verte dans mes pupilles
Elle me murmure de m’endormir mais,
        j’en suis heureusement incapable

Voilà des années que je la regarde sans jamais
        pouvoir la sentir

Et pourtant,
Elle mourra avec moi,
        à mes côtés

im getting better
but im scared for the downfall