no matter how high i jump, how fast i run, how many cities i pass through, how many dollars i spend; i will always end up staring right back at you.
i feel my innocence slip away like a peaceful afternoon after a dreadful week.
i pine from a distance for once.
i only write to distract my self from my own self-destructive behavior.
peace is white like my dress. i just wish my dress didn’t have those horrific blood stains.
you’re a melody
that is ingrained in
my head
but i cant quite remember
how the last part goes
screaming must be your love language. because you love me but you scream at me every time i blink.
i smell the rain and all of a sudden i’m back with you in the city. the city where even with sirens, thousands of people, and too little square footage, we made a life.
even though we are not in love anymore, your mere presence puts me at ease. your body being in my vicinity calms my restless mind.
i live for the in between with you. your possessive hand on my hip when we go out. your glances across a crowded room. when you bring me flowers on random tuesdays.