Time sails around us, leaving the present left to rust. All my love is written below the earth and spaces between the stars, in the oldest language.
And we lay on our backs crushing the grass. You told me to wait, but I can't wait forever. so you said, "come along and travel among these childlike places with me." I said I'd follow you as far as to the moon's oldest side.
And then all at once, I'm a child again. A child who would waste their time playing in the naked creeks and thought of the unthinkables.
I was always trying to find my way to you yet I was never scared of getting lost for I followed the stars you mapped out for me on the back of an old construction paper that you scribbled across with stardust.
And on the night of the blue moon I found you on a piece of paper written 70 years ago. you wrote to me telling me to always keep looking and wait patiently for the days that are to come.
always the bridesmaid, never the bride you have no idea how many times i cried asking, "why me? why not me?"
well, for starters i always oversleep my eating habits are on repeat i've worn the same clothes, same filth for three days this week i don't make an effort because i'm not going out but no one asks me out because i don't make an effort i write love poems i never send i creepily covet people i consider friends while my heart is stuck on the same old trend
hearts yours and mine your heart pure and prone to breaking bones my heart crippled and casually crashing cars the destruction duo probably foreshadowing if i'm honest
i never get any rest purple hues rise to the surface furthermore, my life lacks any zest and to top it all off no matter how hard i've tried i know i'll probably never be satisfied so yeah maybe that is why
death by cute boys yup, you read me right seeing such sweet smiles finally did me in last night my little old heart can't take it i know they will steal my little old heart and one day they will break it
death by cute boys i won't be coy they do give me immense joy i don't purport to understand boys but i know enough to know all they do is destroy
death by cute boys 'the thing you love will one day take you-' that may be true, but i can't help it if their love makes me feel brand new
you might say, "if you know your kryptonite then avoid it if you know you've got a weapon then deploy it" i tried so hard, honest i did i abstained from affection held off as long as i could meditated on my faults came to peace with my weakness found there was nothing i could do i can't not have them they can't not hurt me i am in agony constantly but this is my fate, you see
death by cute boys, though there are worse ways to go- now i lay me down to sleep they lay roses by my feet, across my chilly chest but one will know it is lilacs i love the best that one is why i let them put my heart to the test
the waiting is the hardest part i will die a thousand little deaths deaths by cute boys before one comes to give me life it's the price that i pay but trust me i wouldn't have it any other way
My bedroom may not be the most fantastic you’ve ever seen. There are clothes strewn about, the linen is crumpled; Instruments laying around, Christmas lights on the wall and a clock that changes colours. Bedside table piled with books I’ve yet to read and 3D glasses from the 7:30 pm showing of The 50th Anniversary Doctor Who special. Griffyndor banner Zombie Survival poster pentacle drawing guitar poster All Time Low poster, pictures album covers drawings on the walls. Simple… but this is mine. It’s where I’ve laughed with her, cried with her, Gotten annoyed as **** with her. Where we snuck out at 2 in the morning, to walk up and down the sidewalk to dance in the street and sing Nickelback as loud as we could. It’s where the nights that kept me alive went down, and stayed down, in more ways than one that summer. It’s where we had our first kiss and where we had our last. I feel like my waves extinguished your flame that once burned anyone who tried to ***** it. And for that, I’m sorry.
So burn bright, honeybabe, and show them what you’re made of. Burn brighter than me. And remember. If you ever need a place to go… This bedroom is simple, but it’s ours.