you make me want to write about butterfly wings but not just the ones we've found on the grounds on the rocks beneath our feet you make me want to sing off key because i can't sing on key and i don't think you really mind
Thunder rumbles clearly on and over calming idle minds Caressing thoughts of anguish and lament of all the wasted time It echoes through the empty and the hollow of a broken soul Mistaken for a heartbeat, just another flood, the hopeless rolls
I kissed him intentionally to bruise him I wanted my scent to seep into his skin as he departed the morning after I wanted him to remember me like he selfishly left his blackened odor all over my body
I reeked of him
And every time I tried to scrub this false love and empty memories off the walls of my skin the thought of his touch has all these feelings rushing back