If I Was Less Of A Girl, And More Of A Woman
I’m spinning drunk, spinning dizzy. Picking at hangnails like I can dig my way to you.
Indie Jansons
love violently.
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That June
The Boozy Addict And The Clueless Provider
I dream of you often. You move your hand to my forearm, and I am almost incapacitated in a whirlwind of religious fervor. You are the Notre Dame Cathedral, and I am a hopeless gothic admirer.
We’re Just Savage Self Savers
It sounds overdosed, but after many internal repetitions, I’ve convinced myself that perhaps if humans stare into one another’s eyes for long enough, we’ll know how long our matters have known one another.
There Is Always With You
I miss watching you fall out of love with me because then there was you. I miss sobbing on the cold church floor, praying for God to wake up from his nap because then, at least, then there was you.
I Never Meant To Push Everyone Away
When I lie awake in bed at night, I stare at the ceiling and tally how many people I wish I wouldn’t have pushed away, and the answer is too high to count. So I just lie in the midnight, hearing only sobs and church choirs and glass breaking and big bangs and silence.
The Rooftops Sing Of Loneliness
I Am Trying To Comprehend How You Made Me Feel This Way
If any term containing the letters l-o-v-e-r has an expiration date, then I do not want anything to do with it.
Here Are The Things I Wish You Knew
I wish you knew what it was felt like to not just screw around, but to love. To be consumed by a wildfire and to be addicted to the heat and to be in love with that terrifying yet exhilarating feeling.
To Love Is To Miss
I only smiled at him on the metro earlier today because I was melancholy, yet now there is a collarbone on my lips and smeared scarlet lipstick on them.
