#lana
i know the floor is covered in my crumbs.
i’m a mess of sugar and blue stains,
a muffin that stayed in the heat until the edges turned sharp.
i know i’m broken. i’ve seen the way i spill over,
the way my "too much" leaves marks
on the hands that try to hold me.
i have a habit of hurting people
just by existing in their space.
i’m messy, i’m sticky, and i’m a disaster
that no amount of sugar can actually fix.
And i’m terrified of what i’ll do to you.
i am the orange, and i know how the juice can sting.
i know that to get to the center,
you have to peel back the rind,
and i’m scared that my bitterness
will get under your fingernails
and stay there until you don't recognize your own scent.
And i'm terrified of what i'll do to you.
i’m terrified that i’ll get my juice in your eyes
and blind you until you start acting like me.
i don’t want to split you.
i don’t want to hear your voice start breaking
because i’m too much of a "no-decision" to stay still.
i don’t want to turn you into a script
that i’ve already failed,
forcing you to play a part
that makes you look like a ghost.
And i'm terrified of what i'll do to you.
but if you’re already looking for the exit,
if my voice is too loud and the forest is too dark,
then i wish you would just go.
don’t stand there in the doorway
waiting for me to be less of a wreck.
And i'm terrified of what i'll do to you.
don’t wait for me to get better; we both know i’m a slow rot.
if you have to leave,
do it while your hands are still clean.
don’t stay until the juice burns you,
don’t stay until you’re just another ghost
haunting my forest.
if you’re going to walk, walk now,
before i turn you into something as broken as i am.
And i'm terrified of what i'll do to you.
but i hope when you dream of me,
i am only the sweetness—
the part of the fruit that sustains,
not the part that stings.
i hope i don't rewire your frequency
until you’re just another echo of my mess.
i’m a disaster in a paper liner,
but **** it, i love you...
And i'm terrified of what i'll do to you.
i’m archiving the syllables
of my apologies before i even say them,
praying that for once,
the gavel falls in your favor.
And i'm terrified of what i'll do to you.
so i’m standing here, shaking,
cupping the juice in my hands
because i don’t want to spill it on you.
my palms are stinging and my fingers
are sticky with the mess of myself,
but i’m white-knuckling the air.
i’m already hurt, and i know you are too,
but please—
don't let me be the thing
that turns you into a ghost
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 8:21 AM UTC
We are born,
To hurt the ones we love,
And love the ones we hurt.
May 5, 2023
May 5, 2023 at 3:00 PM UTC
You don't ever have to
Be stronger than you really are
When you're lying in my arms, baby
You don't ever have to
Go faster than your fastest pace
Or faster than my fastest cars
I shouldn't have done it but I read it in your letter
You said to a friend that you wish you were doin' better
I wanted to reach out, but I never said a thing
I shouldn't have done it but I read it in your letter
You said to a friend that you wish you were doin' better
I wanted to call you, but I didn't say a thing
You don't ever have to
Be stronger than you really are
When you're lyin' in my arms, and, honey
You don't ever have to
Act cooler than you think you should
You're brighter than the brightest stars
I'll pick you up
If you come back to America
Just hit me up
'Cause this is crazy love
I'll catch you on the flipside
If you come back to California
You should just hit me up
We'll do whatever you want, travel wherever how far
We'll hit up all the old places
We'll have a party
We'll dance 'til dawn
I'll pick up all of your folks and all of your Rolling Stones
Your favorite liquor off the top-shelf
I'll throw a party
All night long
-------Lana Del Rey
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 7:14 AM UTC
Glass roses of blue
Cigarettes and amaretto
Served with milk tears
Candy giggles take it back
Build a house from
what's lacking
Break black ties and
Want to wear heels out
For no one but
The television and
Steam mangling in a box
I need to get off frail mind lines like
Dreading time
Loving this lipstick and
I am not a girl anymore
I filthy my own nest
And i'm blind as I am blessed
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
the bathtubs full with cold water - you place your hands on the inside of my ribs - the petals drop like last nights shooting stars - and you told me that was your first kiss - bang bang on my windows baby until i wake up - because no one can know that your in here baby no i don't want no fuss - nails scratching down your velvet skin - do you know how to make me spin? can you make me spin? baby i need you to make me spin - was it really your first kiss? - why do we always lie like this - cry like this - staying awake late in the night to feel your lips - on my hips - make me forget
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
I hope I don’t see anyone I know
I need to be high to enjoy the show
It’s wearing off can we please go?
Come back to my place we’ll snort some blow
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
I Remember how the party was clear as day
Sneaking out and looking to fade away
Lighting a cigarette with red wine
(Pabst Blue Ribbon on ice)
Sweet sixteen and she had arrive
Fixing her dress as she whispered hi, hi
Never knew how she made it so far
Teachers said she'd never make it out alive
There she was my new best friend
casual smoke filled the festive air
While she starts to laugh, holding her shaded lipstick in her other hand
Oh Ana, how I love those guys
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
i went to sleep with him in my bed
to meet the one who wore the flower crown
slightly opening my eyes
my greatest fear you disappeared into the dark paradise.
i didn't know what to do
so i began to pinch myself
you were too good to be true
whenever i saw your face i felt alive.
i wandered into the dark paradise,
in hopes of finding you.
when you decide to leave that place,
promise me you won't forget me this time.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC
"Darling, darling, doesn't have a problem
Lying to herself 'cause her liquor's top shelf
It's alarming honestly how charming she can be"-Lana Del Rey [Carmen]
Her hand on the Jack Daniels to escape the memories.
Undecipherable is her emotions
She looks you in the eyes, showing that she's not afraid
Not afraid, of the thoughts that haunt
the life she has to live
the expectations she has to fulfill
the beauty she has to uphold
but her melanin's juxtapose
They talk and talk
Her slurs on a thousand
She's charming and cute
you're in for a hoot
the Jack Daniels takes her into an abyss and brings her back like the touch of her spouse and ****** of their encounters: on the island, couch, in the bedroom.
Fading .. Relapsing in time. —Bejoux Soleil
#BSoleil
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
You sit softly back into the faded couch
rain spills in dark blue slate against my forearms
Pale ivory lines of my skin align tenderly with your tangled teeth
You tell me that this is how we'll end
Dim and quiet icons of our generation wrapped in grey
But we laugh it off anyway
And I sing gods and monsters into your warm neck
Humble moments of my velvet intent
I lean into you
And the rain conceals the rest
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
Tailor-made,
You’re full of form
And ache.
You’ve covered yourself in knots, you can barely make
Out your own doubt,
And where it’s coming from
Now.
Darling blue,
You speak in rhymes, you soar through acres
To the same old room.
You’re a head full of ideas, and a heart that craves and craves
To be real,
And to feel more than you can keep
In one place.
But you can’t hold such hope, without a helping hand;
And you can’t trace the clouds, without losing yourself in them.
No, you won’t know the rush, without the halt and the loneliness;
And you won’t ever love, without hurting time and time again;
But you will anyway.
I hope you wait for the one,
I hope you find happiness,
I hope you love more than life can give.
I hope you live without hurting,
As much as I know that you will.
Maybe we’ll get through this.
Maybe we’ll get through this.
Maybe,
Maybe we won’t.
Maybe we’ll get through this.
Maybe we’ll get through this.
Maybe,
Maybe we won’t.
Just don’t lose hope.
Just don’t let go.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 4:19 AM UTC
Those angel eyes, they tell it well.
They speak of how we met in hell.
Your luscious lips, and those **** eyes.
A glimpse of heaven shining through the skies.
My favorite laugh is yours and mine.
After red wine, your cheeks are lovely and divine.
The summer breeze, the pale blue sky.
The day you told me that you loved me,
I almost died.
The golden day, my dearest memory.
When you held my hand and we floated through that field.
We said I do. Our hearts combined.
As the moon shined...
On your angel eyes,
And
I see them well.
I promise to love you until...
The end.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
Her voice on that line,
cascading shivers down my spine.
Delicate words about her red dress,
I'm intrigued.
I confess.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC