I feel your fingertips creeping between the walls within my veins
The way blood moves in currents and churns under flesh
Static and tingle
Eerie, pulsating chill
I feel your presence like icy waters flooding my bones
Even the warmth of the sun peels back in awe of your cold demeanor

Because of you I broke out of my shell with other people and found myself in a crowd
I want to thank you but I know you wouldn't care
It's fine

Im tired of lighting cigarettes
when I really just want to light my insides on fire.
Im tired of kissing boring boys and girls.
Because love is too much for me to handle
Im tired of drinking 20 cups of black coffee
hoping the caffeine will stop my heart.
Im tired of taking white and blue pills, white lines, shots of ***** and **** rips to hold me over for a couple hours.
Im really tired of shaking between highs, head between my knees, breaking into a cold sweat.
Truth is, Im tired of living
Because life just isn't worth it anymore.

i'm afraid sometimes that my brain has a big hole in it
a space where i should connect my experiences with happiness and smiles
instead i feel like i'm not inside my body
when you kiss my skin
someone, somewhere else
gets a little tingle in their bones

I had never thought about little things until now, until I had become displaced and detached. Little things like the scratch of grass against bare feet and the little crunch noise that undoubtedly breaks the blades of grass... But natures green carpet always bounces back immediately. Perhaps the noise of tree branches, being tangled, tortured and embraced by strong southerly winds in the middle of a steaming hot summer, should have held more importance to me back home. The art of appreciation and great-fullness  is so easily lost amongst the concepts of time, greed and the incomprehensible human need to succeed.

I'm wearing your sweatshirt to sleep again
I'm under my own roof and it makes me feel more at home

I've bitten my nails until they bleed
But when I hold your hand, everything seems to heal

I can't undo the tangles in my hair
But you trace your fingers down my arm and every one of my thoughts becomes unwinded and untangled before you