i saw an entire life with you as soon as we met.
believe it or not, i am still very much in love with you.
what would’ve happend, if i didn’t walk into that bar? if i didn’t see your face? if you didn’t steal glances from across the room all night? if you didn’t walk up to me with your crooked smirk? if you didnt leave to get a rose from the convenience store 3 blocks down? if you didn’t ruin my life?
is my smudged mascara, black mini skirt, bruised knees, red eyes, hungover state aesthetic enough for you?
yesterday i read the notes on a life
that had just barely counted as one lived
the girl was far too tainted to be a wife
but she was a girl with much love to give
she talked like a true contrarian
eternally antithetical girl
then her opinions flew with the herons
to a much kinder and comforting world
with time her smile faded into the gray
and she went aimlessly through the motions
she joined other wretched souls yesterday
her eulogy murmured by the ocean
i suppose she always hung by a thread
i would’ve hung onto each word she said
all my ghosts laugh at how i live my life now. and it doesn’t bother me even the slightest bit.
desire is such an ugly thing. pure want disguised in wandering fingertips, fingers laced in hair, and glazed over eyes.
i will mourn this november for the rest of my life. this november i fell out of love.
i saw all the stars tonight. dozens of miles away from harsh city light. i can only dream to be as beautiful as them.
his smile is so perfect. crooked and smug, but perfect for him.