I think I fell in love with someone who I should not have fallen in love with.
* the kind of boy who rolls blunts from torn out pages
of Revelation that once belonged in his father's bible
* the kind of boy who writes his secrets and insecurities
on cigarettes and then smokes them, leaving only ashes
* the kind of boy who is thirsty for liquid love rather
than the intangible feeling of intimate emotions
* the kind of boy who waits at the railroad track for
rushing trains that will never come to take him home
* the kind of boy who firmly believes that destruction
is a form of creation and if this is the case, he is an artist
* the kind of boy who finds solace and euphoria in dystopia
* the kind of boy who is likely to break my heart in
hope of healing the broken fragments of his own
and maybe I'm the kind of girl who will let him.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
I think I fell in love with someone who I should not have fallen in love with.
* the kind of boy who rolls blunts from torn out pages
of Revelation that once belonged in his father's bible
* the kind of boy who writes his secrets and insecurities
on cigarettes and then smokes them, leaving only ashes
* the kind of boy who is thirsty for liquid love rather
than the intangible feeling of intimate emotions
* the kind of boy who waits at the railroad track for
rushing trains that will never come to take him home
* the kind of boy who firmly believes that destruction
is a form of creation and if this is the case, he is an artist
* the kind of boy who finds solace and euphoria in dystopia
* the kind of boy who is likely to break my heart in
hope of healing the broken fragments of his own
and maybe I'm the kind of girl who will let him.
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