look at us
dreaming, unsleeping.
Vibrant broken, ever-enlightening youth.
Singing dirges as if we knew the dead,
as if we had no friends.
Shower me with your wisdom,
your ever widening meaning.
Like this fractured mentality wasn't what the world was reaching for.
Pushed past the point of no return,
came back full circle.
maybe this time we'll find an end
or maybe we can meet again at the middle.
Wherever whispers ruled,
that's where I'll love you.
Wherever fear befriended those who stood unoffended, who reached
for something.
Who understood the currencies of blood,
of screaming into the wind;
of challenging the world to **** you harder.
That's where I'll always love you.
My benign chaos.
My finest rage
my purest angst,
my greatest sadness,
my only meaning.
You can't feel unless someone tells you that you're feeling.
When I grow up I don't want to:
I told you I'd wait by the window, all I ever wanted was forever.
I'll never close it, never.
Here, in this sadness, in this panic that what we feel will last forever?
that's where I'll always love you,
forgive you,
wait for you.
dear peter.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
look at us
dreaming, unsleeping.
Vibrant broken, ever-enlightening youth.
Singing dirges as if we knew the dead,
as if we had no friends.
Shower me with your wisdom,
your ever widening meaning.
Like this fractured mentality wasn't what the world was reaching for.
Pushed past the point of no return,
came back full circle.
maybe this time we'll find an end
or maybe we can meet again at the middle.
Wherever whispers ruled,
that's where I'll love you.
Wherever fear befriended those who stood unoffended, who reached
for something.
Who understood the currencies of blood,
of screaming into the wind;
of challenging the world to **** you harder.
That's where I'll always love you.
My benign chaos.
My finest rage
my purest angst,
my greatest sadness,
my only meaning.
You can't feel unless someone tells you that you're feeling.
When I grow up I don't want to:
I told you I'd wait by the window, all I ever wanted was forever.
I'll never close it, never.
Here, in this sadness, in this panic that what we feel will last forever?
that's where I'll always love you,
forgive you,
wait for you.
dear peter.
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