Don't fall in love with that somebody
He'll take you to parks, coffee shops, & to the ocean shore
He'll kiss you & lift you up with an embrace
At the most unexpected time in the most beautiful places
So you can never go back to those places without tasting a mouthful of him
He'll wreck you in the most lovely way possible
& now you'll know why storms were named after people

but I will miss
writing
in the afterlife.

it was the only way
I could slice open my veins
and bleed out my words
without making a mess.

She had a mind as sharp as the razor she took to her skin
And a laugh so captivating it masked the insanity hidden within
Her hands so pretty and delicate no one saw how they trembled
Or the way she would lock eyes with someone he resembled

Pure lust hidden behind a crumbling facade
White lies and all the torment they have made
Against the shadow of our past
Before our future was cast
We struggled with ourselves
We struggled by ourselves
We struggled so we might last

I want to kiss you so fiercely that I finally understand the depth at which I fall and the height at which you rise. I will meet you again, even still —in the center of it all ("Like a ring."); the two of us caught in a tangled mass of scarlet cord, wound and knotted so tightly around us that I almost feel indistinguishable from you. ("Two bodies, two lives, one soul.") I can feel all that red humming and chanting beneath my ribcage like a war song, running through my veins to deliver to my heart a desperate echo of longing.