Its when we started looking for - Our diffrences We lost the magical power Of true love And we scattered ourselves Apart from each other As a deck of cards Falling away from the hands Of an amateur magician
the metro is a dream machine, lights pulse through dark windows; colours stretch, tangle, till they break, phase, fade out. those high pitched squeals, squeaks of wheels, wind tunnel rush and hum of pushing against time.
gliding underground, electric eel, growls like a metal dragon, tail bending around corners, weaving the bends, hisses like a snake. jumping out in the half second before it exhales to a stop.
I don't know I guess what i'm trying to say is-- no, missing you my eyes dancing around the fact that they want to spill, writing this goes against who i'm trying to be. i lost you. it feels like you died it hurts to know i cried over you because i can't compete with your own problems instead of being able to help them. and i know i said i was fine but all day i was pretending and i know i'm going to keep having to pretend and i think that's a close second to why i feel like my stomach is on it's way out my throat. you don't love me anymore. you say you do and i know you do but it's never the way i want to be loved. with anyone and it makes me even more angry that you know this and that i'm tearing up in the library right now and why do i care so much that's the other thing, that this will all blow over like a tidal wave and eventually i won't feel like i swallowed a cruel saltwater joke i keep hoping you're joking but the truth is the truth-- that the colors will never be as bright as yours were before this and we'll never be the same again, even if you let me hold your hand again, hold my heart in your hand because i already gave you mine and need something to fill this gaping hole -- well, now it's filled.
lyrical vices spewed out from mouths of rubber strung together with tongues of knives you spit fire and death all around breaking hearts and taking lives, a woman of pure evil and like deals with the devil I offer both youth and future use me as you please, break me as I am, my dear demon queen
I want to walk inside my house and see you standing there I want to listen to you complain I think I want you for as long as forever is made to exist I love[d] you so much
You are with him now, doing who knows what. I am not alone, but I don't think I'm whole. Divine love, that's what you are. I know you're one of my soulmates. No matter where we go, I can't shake you. Even when I hate you.
holding your hand is the only high i need holding you is better than the buttery french toast i missed out on last night the smell of maple and almost thirty voices of teenagers born from Hollywood, our skin sleek with after prom, i carved our initials in the table at dennys my heart heavy and pink with the feeling of being 17 and hurtling towards the end of everything, sitting in the backseat and glowing, holding you is the only drug i need, unicorn hooves and clenched teeth, fog machines and sweetness immeasurable, emily dickinson sitting in a diner at midnight, wishing she was in bed or somehow closer to you