I’m alone.
My future, deceiving.
Longing for a grip.
I’m crying for help,
but everyone seems to have their headphones in.

don't try to tempt me out of bed with the promise of your body

your skin could never be as soft as my sheets

don't ever touch me, got that?

my body belongs in my room
in my bed

don't talk to me

don't even think about me

you all have filthy minds

don't taint me with your worry

I don't need you

all I need is my bed

How do I unlove you?
I'd really like to know
I have all these thoughts in my head about you
but I can't express them in any
way,
shape
or form
and it's taking a toll on me
On one hand, I want all these feelings to just go away
and I keep wishing that,
if I ignore them enough,
they will.
But on the other hand... I just want to go outside and run,
run uphill, through the forests and meadows
run until I can't feel my legs anymore
run until I reach the top of the highest hill
surrounding this beautiful city of ours
and just
s c r e a m
at the top of my lungs
about how much I can't get you out of my head
how I think about you all the time
how you make my heart sing and how you
understand every single dark part of my soul
that no one else before you did
I want to stand there and look at the lights
colliding with the stars
and scream until my lungs collapse
about how I'm painfully,
irreversibly,
uncontrollably
in love with you.

You called her beautiful, but that’s not what she was.

She was fire and flood. her words pounded against the sand like waves.

Her hands created art from pain, each stroke a painful stitch.

Her thoughts were flames from a wildfire, taking the world by smoke and ash.

She was not beautiful, and anyone who called her that felt her wrath.

Sometimes you expect more of someone,
Because you
Would do that much.
And it hurts to realise
That you don’t have:

A rope to grasp,
A wall to lean on.

That you walk on a floor,
Whose tiles unfeelingly dissolve,
Letting you fall into the abyss,
With no rope to grasp.

That the one that haddock your turns to wind,
Letting you lose your balance,
With no wall to lean on.

An emptiness so vast,
Barley contained,
Held within a fist of flesh,
Pulsing with despair.

we know how to love
we just don't want to
- relax
It's 2017.
We're all capable of feeling
just scared to feel the same thing.
Love is for the weak.
Sins are for the blind.
Tinder matches, face to face
"I'm just here for a good time"
I can read through all your posts
secretly we're lonely
You favorited my tweet
so I guess that means you want me
We've seen it all
it's nothing new
So please hide all your demons
Choose your insta caption wisely
Darling,
love is not in season