Close the book, let's read the next chapter might as well rip the previous chapters but I hold on not because the feeling is still here but because there's still a lot of chapters and a lot of books on the shelf for me to read.
why do I write when I’m sad? how do I express emotions when they aren’t bad? I’ve got my mind turned off and my ghost is asleep I replaced him with my soul and traded love for spontaneity a disembodied existence incorporeity
value connection and protection but never hold your words they escape the weak grip of your promises like hummingbirds premises of sobriety and vandalizing the heart of your lover games and rules we never follow declare yourself the oracle of Apollo
villains of the world and ink in your skin tell ourselves we practice deadly sin reflection in the mirror and that wicked look you carry they know you’re not here to Hail Mary
abuse with no release I feel sorry for them and you’re not a masterpiece prove it with marks on my neck show you the bruise on my thigh I’ve finally escaped your high
