i'm sorry that i want to die sometimes because life is beautiful and i realize that did you know i wrote a poem about our fingers intertwined before we've even met well now the only things that rest in my hand are made of fleeting self destruction while my vessels sleep in silence quick break any chandelier you might see because your bones are similar to art tired glass friend we both lay sharp and deadly on the dark wooden floor so it only makes sense if you cancel your plans
we hate ourselves equally but we love each other it works out quite nicely. my ground level confidence and harsh insecurity melt together so perfectly so you sweep them up like broken glass in a desolate kitchen. i’ve built a wall around myself but it’s been promptly torn down villagers storm in like the shore you’ve finally caught me.
goodbyes are even harder when you don't know when you will make your return. saying farewell to the one you love with nothing more than just your skin as a carry on, leaving all your possessions in a room that will soon be forgotten just like me. a room that will become inhabited with dust bunnies and broken fragments of the past that we promised we would never forget.
you're a drug i'm so addicted you're so ******* bad for me but we both know i'll never leave we both know i'll give anything for another hit another kiss another hand in mine another moment where our eyes look glazed over in satisfaction so ******* high god that sounds so good *relapse
like how a shooting star appear, you are suddenly in front of me smiling and laughing, but i know that it's a matter of time before you'll turn and walk away, taking the light with you and i'll be stranded in the darkness, waiting for that shooting star again.