it comes to me like a dream why all my words are cloudy with smoke and doused in liquor why my love letters are blurry and blue They’re about you
why every smile feels like a knife and every kiss feels like the last It’s because I know and you know It is.
I fell in love with you because of the smoke and the silence and the kisses. I lost you to the dawn, rosy fingered and bright Wide eyes and happy smiles She was everything I wasn’t But I still love you
Two flames rose, twin pillars of ****, intertwined like hot regret on a sunny day. It wasn't until she burned out that she realised their embers were waning (as they always did) and ascending her funeral pyre was the only way to burn again.
i never write about the good anymore. maybe from the fact that something so clearly temporary does not deserve my words. or maybe, i'm just afraid to look back at something that once was, that might never be again.
deep breath. carry on. let the sunlight filter dimly through your eyes, burning red rivers through the veins in your skin. watch the rain fall like tears, then wipe your own. feel the wind on your skin, smell the sweat in the air laugh and love, touch the earth below you. let grief, let pain, let truth burn through you like cigarette smoke, let it eat you alive and shrivel you up. let it break you. and then; deep breath. carry on.