is my smudged mascara, black mini skirt, bruised knees, red eyes, hungover state aesthetic enough for you?
i always end up falling out of love when i finally realize it was only lust.
my brothers are not my blood, but they are mine. we have been through tragedy and triumph together. they have been my shoulder to cry on, and i have wiped away many of their tears myself. my soul will always be tied with theirs.
i feel safe and soft in your arms.
i’ll run away from you my whole life if i have to.
someday this same version of me will come sprinting back to my memory. only then will i see that her heart is out of her chest and she’s beginning to bleed out.
i know that you’re not wasting time stuck in an endless cycle. i know you clawed your way out.
i saw all the stars tonight. dozens of miles away from harsh city light. i can only dream to be as beautiful as them.
why must i be so full of rage? i can only dream of peace.
all my ghosts laugh at how i live my life now. and it doesn’t bother me even the slightest bit.