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tc Aug 2014
your love makes me want to eat my own flesh because i can't wash your fingerprints off my skin

i would've done anything for you
and i was like that jacket i bought for you
that you hung up and never wore again

you can't create a graveyard in my memories and not expect the biggest, boldest headstone and i'd rather chisel my eyes out than see your crooked teeth glaring at me and you know what? i'd wrap them in exquisite packaging and address it to you sincerely with a note attached that read "enclosed are all the visions i ever had of you and i"

i'd be like vincent van gogh
he had the right idea
tc Aug 2014
i don't need you
here to memorise
your eyes
they are my
most precious
painting etched
into my sight
i don't need
the world;
i don't want it,
truly
just give me your
silent words at night
and your
morning hair,
unruly
two people connected
by an ethereal bond
if you were lyrics,
you'd be the most
beautiful song
  Aug 2014 tc
brokenperfection
the award for 'best sense'
goes to Touch.
let me prove it to you:
I can survive without
/seeing
/hearing
/smelling
/tasting
and though I'd love to see your eyes spark with passion
and though I'd love to hear your happiness when you succeed
and though I'd love to smell your aftershave in the morning
and though I'd love to taste your kisses created for me
I would rather cut off my tongue or gouge out an eye,
than live a day on this earth with no hands of yours in mine.
tc Aug 2014
there are rainbows and trenches
deep under ground; circles and
triangles and cacophonous sounds
there are stars and supernovas
and lovers at night, there's an
opaque barrier of which deflects
your misguided light. there are
satellites and sea turtles and
caterpillars in their cocoons, there
are butterflies and melodies sung
melancholy and out-of-tune
there are eyes and collarbones,
the arch of your back, too, there
are daffodils in your garden and
untied shoes. there are wishes
and wonders and a sea as grand
as the sky, there are gallivanting
fish whilst eagles dance mid-flight.
there's me there's you there's 7
billion others; there's a world
hellbent on destroying one another
there's war and destruction and
death uncomfortably close and
sometimes among it all, we forget
we're a rock mid-float. there's
life and there's breath and two
lips in sync, there's romance with
love letters written in ink; what's
important in life is living it
marvellously, take a second to
smile at the people you see,
a moment to give to the less
fortunate, generously. one life
to live and one heart to maintain,
a kindness to give and a world
to sustain. if we weren't so busy
breeding hate, we'd walk hand
in hand towards the horizon, and
create our own tumultuous fate.
tc Aug 2014
i think the word noxious was invented for you, then again,
maybe it was invented for us two and we keep building bridges
and i think we do it just to watch them burn

i’m becoming used to it, the smell of smoke injecting my lungs
and i’m fighting with you just to see how much you care,
i’m fighting with blood chasing adrenaline in my veins and
nonchalance as sickening as this polluted air

i clench my fists with the same force as gravity;
you’re the only person who clouds my sanity

did i ever tell you your face makes me sick?
i can feel the ***** rise in my chest every time the candle
in your eyes bellows a flick and i never did like the way you
wash my name around your mouth, it’s like i’m something
in your teeth, a pungent berry who didn’t deserve to be picked

trace your tongue along my skin like you’re finding the perfect
place to bite, i’ll hold your hand against my body, tight, the way you like

did i ever tell you that i don’t like your voice?
it makes me want to rip out my ear canal and
suffocate you with your words, just out of spite

all those times i called you handsome, i said it
through gritted teeth; you’re only handsome with your hands all over me

i hate you with a passion that burns hotter than the sun
but i love you like an alcoholic loves *****, gin and ***

i’ve just burnt another bridge we’ve built down to ashes on the ground, though there’s a bedroom upstairs
and we have all the time in the world to ourselves
when you hate someone but want them so badly at the same time
tc Aug 2014
when i was a little girl i didn’t have dreams
of living in a house with a white picket fence,
or marrying a prince who rescued me from
my abysmal reality; i didn’t want to depend
on someone to save me and i never really
liked the colour pink so when my mum painted
my room pink and purple with love hearts all
over the walls i spent my nights scratching at it
with half-bitten nails

as i grew older i asked my mum how you know
when you’re in love and she told me there was
no better way to describe it than: “you just know”
i’d painted my room black and white by this point
because i believed it was an accurate portrayal of
what was going on internally and i remember
getting my knees muddy as a kid and as i got
older and i’d met you, i remember thinking that
you were like the grazes on my knees except
more painful and the one thing i never asked
my mum was what it’s like to fall out of love or
get your heart broken

but i just knew

and it’s weird how as a kid i never wanted to
be saved but i believed you could save me and
now i’m drawing love hearts all over the walls
and scratching them on my skin at night and
i want a white picket fence surrounding a house
built for me and you and you rescued me from
my abysmal reality. you’re not a prince but you’re
the next closest thing and i’ve got grazes on my
knees again and they’re reminding me of you
growing up is mean
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