bare bones,
here are rests the things ive wrote,
to purge, to mend whats broke.
read, or dont. <3
i’ve been crying so much for so long my eyes are pink and raw rubbing tears away hurts the bruise so i let them drop to my lips
By g.m.t 4 years ago in Poets
to be driven all the way to crazy, and still have a home to come back to is all i ask for, and i swear i’ll repent for all the trouble i cause
so someone asked if you’re okay? you give an honest answer in the name of finally receiving mercy instead they weaponize sadness
writhing around underneath my skin pretending it’s okay am i expected not to give in? im starting to feel depraved conversations with myself
another long night my efforts to bury the memory of you coming home the next morning bare feet on the pavement, the grass and dew
positivity is a stern guide dragging me across the floor by my arm and i am deadweight refusing to look your way simultaneously, there is no refusal on my part
nirvana in your car music and mood more than one meaning just between us two and i look at you, while you look at the moon
slow dancing in a burning room my shirt is caressed by the scent of you holding hands a darting glance do you like the view?
a look, a touch i roll the dice i test my luck a forest grows back with patience not with rage a good feeling is festering
my story should be told nevermind it not being about Glitter and gold little girls should know when danger is close my story should be written
kissing each other under the gentle drizzle of rain the squeezing sound of our leather jackets as we touch each other’s face
I grew up with you and when life beat me down and you picked me up off the ground I even opened up i let you see my blood and bruises
