it's easier to breatheyou smell like pepermint and winter and the taste of snowflakes melting into my skin. i traced patterns of you onto the windows that were placed right in front of my irises and i watched as they fogged up from the warmth in my heart.it's easier to breathe
you spoke nothing but poetry into the shell of my ear and my eyes searched the room as the radio spoke of nothing but money and sex and lust. i curled up into your arms and kissed the bones that jutted out from your skin as i watched my world contort into you. i found myself whispering wishes on every cloud i pulled from the air, hoping that maybe one day, they might all come true. &
i can't shake this feelingyou melted yourself onto my bones and nowi can't shake this feeling
no matter how hard i try, you're still left there,
buried down beneath paper skin and purple and
blue bruises.
did you knowif i could, i'd hide you away somewhere between everything i hold near to my heart and those wishes i made on fireflies back on the cool summer nights. i'd want to keep you strapped onto the barriers of my heart just to see if you were strong enough to break them. and maybe after a while, i'll realize that my mind has been playing petty tricks on me and i'll unlock the door and let you in. i'll tell you to make yourself comfortable, but what i'm really saying is to please not ever leave.did you know
sometimes when i'm driving and i see the city lights above my head, i pause long enough to think of you and how you were constantly confusing st
even philophobics have a hearti felt your heart flutter from beneath the velvet tips of my fingers. as you painted my warrior bones with a star you had stolen from the night air, i placed a kiss onto your ribcage so that maybe it could sink through your bones and collide with that organ you've always kept hidden. you told me that the sky was your paint and i was your canvas.even philophobics have a heart
promise me, promise me, promise me, that you won't ever forget. (even though i already have.)
MaybeJustMaybeHe has a kaleidoscope heartMaybeJustMaybe
And coffee stains on his favorite t shirt.
He writes poetry in the dark while she sleeps After a night of “touch me there” and Lips and fingertips
Dragging across burning skin.
He spends the day looking at the world Through foggy camera lenses and T.V. static.
And sometimes he swears he’s
love is for chumpslove is for chumps
secret zerozero one
all i want is to not want. i want to not care. i want to be totally nonchalant feeling hurts too much.
today i want
to get lost to be found to go crazy to make sense to go out to go to bed to stay up all night to take a nap
love isn't perfect. it isn't fun all the time. it isn't easy, it's not always happy. it isn't all kisses on the lips and entangled fingers. love isn't looking at a girl and wanting to shred her
by `larafairie
by `larafairie| this glass house is burning down. you light the match, i'll stick around. |
last night
Mortified
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HOPE IS NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED OF.
thanks for the watch as well.
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The darker the walls;
The brighter the sky outside
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