And we’re on the phone like this, 00:44 am.
I’m on the balcony so my roommates don’t hear
I’m freezing a little bit cause i’m in my *******
I don’t have my glasses so the city lights are kinda fuzzy and man, does that one star reminds me of your eyes.
We talk and we talk about our day
How I’m starting art school soon and we’re gonna be together forever.
You hate your school and the job is going great.
We’re gonna have a puppy and name him Wilbert.
« I miss you little dove.. 
-Missing you too baby »


This feels too much like a cliché but ****, I get it.

“Dance with me”
To represent the time in my life were everything felt like weight instead of moments that I had to cary across the world. Just to feel worth it.
“Kiss me” Love me like only you can.
“**** me” like we’re never gonna kiss each other again. I want the best I’ve ever had.

Life was never nice to her.
It wasn't fair, it wasn't good
but it was life and she accepted it. Even if she could she wouldn't change a thing.
She wore a thick pale armour, skin that for a long time didn't feel like her own.
Her feelings were ironed stamped on her heart so deep that sometimes she fell apart.
She got use to feeling like she was drowning in tears while her cheeks were dry.
Her hair flowed with the wind and she smiled and smiled and smiled again to convince herself that one day her scars would stop ripping appart.
Her skin, now her favorite part, held dots, dots that didn't mean anything except to her.
She told herself that everytime she laughed or cried a new freckle would appear... "One day they'll hide me whole, one day emotions will be temporary and I'll be free."

It’s not even about safety
It’s really hard to say but once you’ve been ***** there’s really no more boundaries in your mind between intimacy and what everyone else can have.
Someone I don’t know has seen and touched me in ways I only want my lover too.
It feels like I am an object to play with and gets thrown away when they’re done.
It’s a constant back and forth between fear and “you’ve already been used so it dosen’t matter anyway”
Like i’m a piece of clothe that’s been stained so you wear it to paint.
I’ll never forget the sinking feeling. The thoughts that went trough my head.
The moment he slid it in, I knew that something broke inside me and my smile would never be the same.

Kinda like water flowing through
Try to grip it and it runs away
Laugh at my pain
Kiss until I feel numb
A train wreck really
And here I am trying to define