the end looks a lot like me; b i l l o w e d, (( s h r o u d e d )), rain c l o u d eyes. twįstęd tongues which speak in lies. mælstrøm mind manipulates, -&- measured malice concentrates. dosing mostly those that mean the most to me. and though it be the me that I try not to be, t h e e n d looks a lot like me.
each time that m y m o u t h m i s s e s y o u r s my jaw clicks, just a little bit. raw, red, renegade everlast lips, embraced by my face with c r u s h i n g, punishing hits. south paw kid so i always lean left, but you can view through me so there's no defense left i know it's a battle to win at all cost. but m y b o d y wasn't built to lose how we lost.
Instructions: never give up unless she asks you to. then try harder.
this place has some strange ways of pulling you u n d e r the world feels so small and there's no time to w o n d e r about the places my mind wants when it w a n d e r s - - - i rack my brain and i try to remember the way that it felt way too warm for november and the way that it felt like her mood changed the weather and how i'll spend forever just trying to *forget her
what would it take to fill perfectly a page with line after t i g h t r o p e line of the way your cheeks puff when you've had enough, or the way your breath bounds from your body when i say 'we were made for love'?
what it would take i do not have. for i do not have you, and without you, my pen will not move.
Instructions: use as bookmark until the one you're waiting for arrives.