losing love and feeling numb
she is strung through the trees
and i am at the bottom of a bottle
he will hold your hands
and i will brush your hair
when there is nothing good to say
we will weep with you
every night you need to
until numb is the new norm
august and everything after
will never be the same
because she died
and the leaves are racing to catch up
book bindings unwind
down all four of our spines
and dormitory air is only good for nosebleeds
if i could sleep around a fire
with my best friends
every night i would
because even if we cant see the stars
we each have faith that they are still there
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
losing love and feeling numb
she is strung through the trees
and i am at the bottom of a bottle
he will hold your hands
and i will brush your hair
when there is nothing good to say
we will weep with you
every night you need to
until numb is the new norm
august and everything after
will never be the same
because she died
and the leaves are racing to catch up
book bindings unwind
down all four of our spines
and dormitory air is only good for nosebleeds
if i could sleep around a fire
with my best friends
every night i would
because even if we cant see the stars
we each have faith that they are still there
