your mind is a hurricane
that I would gladly want to be swept away by
your veins are deserted railway tracks
that I would take a walk on no matter how blood-stained they are from your soul's suicide attempts
your ribcage is a prison for your demons
that I would venture into and destroy the demons within
your heart is a rusting chainsaw
which I would try to restore no matter how relentlessly its blades penetrate my hands
I wish you could love me
but why would you love a man
when the sun's in love with you
so this is my goodbye
for I have done everything I could to fix you
but you just forget me
as if I'm just a breath on a mirror
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:15 AM UTC
your mind is a hurricane
that I would gladly want to be swept away by
your veins are deserted railway tracks
that I would take a walk on no matter how blood-stained they are from your soul's suicide attempts
your ribcage is a prison for your demons
that I would venture into and destroy the demons within
your heart is a rusting chainsaw
which I would try to restore no matter how relentlessly its blades penetrate my hands
I wish you could love me
but why would you love a man
when the sun's in love with you
so this is my goodbye
for I have done everything I could to fix you
but you just forget me
as if I'm just a breath on a mirror
