I'm addicted to you Just like how I'm addicted to the sadness that courses through my veins And the cigarettes that burn my lips And the needles that leave bruises on my skin But of all these addictions You'd have to be the worst to ever touch my skin
YOU ARE: melodrama. sunsets on mountains and poetic weekends. “if you write about me, i will blush when you read it.” playing my guitar. playing with my hair. playing with me. “do you want to get something to eat?” “are you tired?” “let me in." holding me down, in the best possible way. approved by my mom. poetic texts and the reason i’ve been clutching my phone. too good to me.
YOU ARE NOT: what you appear to be, you are so much more. what i expected. disappointing. sure about where this is going, neither am i. a manic decision, although you may seem like it now. alone. mine. mine. *mine.
everything seems the same then repeat I can't express my feelings right then repeat I can't even make them look like a poem then repeat that's the thing about repetition then repeat it seems like it sounds nice then repeat but it sounds so ****** and agh
blank pages are nothing blank pages could be everything blank pages are being destroyed user for horrible thoughts used for distance asking to be burned asking to be destroyed by the hand of the stupid living for ages used by the greatest minds the most creative humans blank pages are used for art blank pages are meant to show you that something empty can be completely powerful