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it goes like this- he pulls himself into himself, ribs collapsing inward in an attempt to become smaller. smoke and mirrors and a jump from a high-rise he never quite pulled it off, though he says "brand new, baby never been used" holds my hand and tells me a lovesong that ends with: "and the dust settled." gripping at my fingers so the bones crack it sounds more like a confession than a story and he's never been able to stay still so he doesnt, fidgeting away and back, a restless tide salt licking at his cheeks, and he tastes like a dream like the ruined rotted boards of a shipwreck and he smells like smoke all the ******* time. i wanna romanticize him, wanna breathe in his lungs and blow out a piece of art, i wanna dress him up in angel wings and ask him how close to the sun he can go without melting. split me open wartime in monochromia, could do this for hours if i didnt know that it would wreck me. he cant stop ********* open the holes in his jeans, says he just wants to have control over something. says, "this is what it feels like to be on fire" and i believe him.
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Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
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it goes like this- he pulls himself into himself, ribs collapsing inward in an attempt to become smaller. smoke and mirrors and a jump from a high-rise he never quite pulled it off, though he says "brand new, baby never been used" holds my hand and tells me a lovesong that ends with: "and the dust settled." gripping at my fingers so the bones crack it sounds more like a confession than a story and he's never been able to stay still so he doesnt, fidgeting away and back, a restless tide salt licking at his cheeks, and he tastes like a dream like the ruined rotted boards of a shipwreck and he smells like smoke all the ******* time. i wanna romanticize him, wanna breathe in his lungs and blow out a piece of art, i wanna dress him up in angel wings and ask him how close to the sun he can go without melting. split me open wartime in monochromia, could do this for hours if i didnt know that it would wreck me. he cant stop ********* open the holes in his jeans, says he just wants to have control over something. says, "this is what it feels like to be on fire" and i believe him.
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Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
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