

Not Even Tall-Tales Can Savethe first thing you ever said when i finally lost a beat, lost a skip, lost a heart, lost myself was "i love you," like it actually meant something still and ivory skin burns my form, with a rosary around my neck, dangling above my shoulder blades like wings but we never believed. the soft singing altar boy looks at me like he knows, he knows what it feels like to be dead but he never will and i don't need pity from someone who will never be one (of us.) i wanted, needed to live, once, always and you, you laughed at me patted my hair and said "don't be so naive."Not Even Tall-Tales Can Save
the houses i past by, they seem to cry but maybe it's just the met


Changing Seasonsi imagine meeting a girl named winter, like the season, like breaks. i would love her, not for long but for enough time to forget. two years, three at most.Changing Seasons
her hair would be a brown like a rustling feeling of leaves crumpling in my hands, like pressure and cliché, like a killer and she's have a smile meant to crack; meant to break, like me and she never have strong arms because she never, ever wanted to catch me. and her eyes, they'd be blue, for sure, like the soft talking bible book blond hair boy i used to be friends with. the boy, his name was summer, like purity and beginnings, and we discussed conversations once upon


One Night Stands'your a liar' i say - the hot pouring acid from my last suicide attempt dripping from my lips and into yours -One Night Stands
'so?' you smile and don't deny it and i- i don't stop until your moaning on the bedroom floor clothes ripped and shearded just like you & me the picture frames of my [ex] friends and i broken down and shattering on the ground mixed in with our- dirty (filty) blood when i push you hard-hard into my nightstand which i found near my old neighbor's house - ('i hate liars')
you lick my neck and look at me with smirking eyes & your butterfly fingers trace the o