you are an echo of my voice colliding with the wet walls of this place. 'it's okay!' i scream. 'it's okay' you, my echo, say; you whisper like a flower petal in the wind. (it will dry up and die, just like we will eventually)
                                there are better days
                                somewhere far away from here
                                i swear - i can tell
vanilla chocolate chip is my favourite flavour of all time. the beauty of it all is equivalent to the sadness - i imagine what you'd taste like before i sleep and try not to cry. those misty eyes are not the answer.
                                so many days of
                                solitude on my beige walls
                                hanging, bitter, art
i pedal slowly away from the end. i am not ready for anything this dark. i sing every single love song ever written to the wind. she is my best of friends really.
                                *i can't get those words
                                unlodged from my aching throat
                                love's trapped there for now.

nothing gold can stay

i try my best to ignore the fact
that one day,
i'll see my first laughter line
a sign
of my own body rejecting my laughter

the beautiful are
the ****** in this land
we call earth

i'm just walking on concrete,
while you're walking on water;
even though you're not jesus,
even though you can't see this
love inside of my eyes.
what a surprise.
what a surprise.