You're quiet when we're near;
beautiful and inquisitive is
what I see in your eyes

I've met people who'd rather not be
figured by how they appear

I know you're wearing a mask and
I'm so scared that we might speak
in the wrong way, I'm so eager to
impress you

How do I make this fun again?

Everybody deserves to be happy
Since we were born to live and
Since evil people are just discontent

Let it run like hot blood
In the snow, cutting like knives
In a soldier's soft skin

Red on white,
Stark, hands in my hair
Breath on my brow

Let your words run down
My back like oil on sand
Black and slick underfoot

You're a perfect poison
On which everything thrives
But me, but trust me,
It's a good death

****!
This boy is tired,
Weary, ready to rest
Ready to beat up the world
After one long nap

Ready to kiss the **** out
Of cute boys,
Make good art,
Listen to tunes that would
Make my mother weep

Ready to bask in the sun
And take it all on
Not necessarily in that order

I think you're lovely and it's easier to
Feel this way once I've come back
Down to Earth

I broke this and I shouldn't try to fix it

I broke this and I can't fix it

Spent my afternoon musing over
a yearbook with my friends,
laughing about how we all
hate the same people

Ignoring how this love will
fade once we've all moved away
since the summer is nearly upon us
and loneliness will take hold