This girl,
With her magnetic eyes and her soft touch of a voice,
She's gonna be the death of me.
I murmured it into her hair the first time she kissed me,
"You're going to **** me."
I said it like a prayer.
Sometimes she says things
And the certainty bursts upon me all over again
That I'll be dead and buried, by this
Girl.
Her mind is like... like the way the lights reflect on the water at night,
So dazzling and fiery, so hard to capture or comprehend.
Sometimes she'll say something in a flash of light
And I will feel it hit the core of me
With a sound like thunder
And my heart will actually stutter in helplessness
And I'll think,
*This is it, this is the moment...
She's going to be the death of me
And I will die
Smiling

I found something
I wasn't looking for it though

They were hidden carelessly
Next to your lighters and your getaway high

Why did you keep them?
What purpose do they serve you?

I counted them carefully
Nine, one less than whe you took them from me

I took one, and closed the drawer
What's one more going to hurt?

I promise I'll stop
Starting tomorrow

If I could kiss you now,
I might end up biting your lip until I drew blood.

You might get your *****,
But I could not promise to sheath my claws.

i saw the clouds light up with color today,
a scene perfect for a picture,
but as i went back to capture the moment,
it had gone and passed,
a fleeting second in time.

most moments are like this,
here one minute and gone the next,
and it’s difficult to grab them
when we’re too busy looking to the future,
too busy imagining other possibilities.

you see, i don’t know what i’d have done
if you hadn’t been there,
and i hadn’t been there,
and the moment didn’t present itself,
wasn’t ripe for the picking.

(i think i could be falling in love with you.)

Waking up in taxi cabs
with knotted fingers and
black lungs ash under my
nails “where the **** am
I going”
“I am taking you home”
But the streets are brown
and covered in puddles and I can't
see anything except my own
reflection in the window
I feel like I am drowning in
clocks that tell all the wrong
times and he told me I'm here,
but this isn't my house
“get the **** out”
now the car is polluting away
and I'm walking down foreign
streets with no idea where to
go my phone is dead just
like your ghost in my bed
“what does this mean?”
I wish I knew, but my mind
is terrifying with nightmare
creatures oh my god I wish you
knew I just don't know what
to do

oh
      *no