June 22nd 12:37am
Disconnect my heart, this tired head is overheating again. When all that's left to do is fall in love, I'm clinging to the edge of my rope. And I know you're good for me, I'm just not sure I'm what's best for you.
June 22nd 12:52am
I want to rip apart my chest and leave my heart exposed, to peel back skin and sinew, to dissolve all the bones. Forget the porcelain shell, it's all just a clever guise. Take me out of my body, let me see through immortal eyes. Then strip away the world. I want to be a naked soul.
June 22nd 9:29am
When you're gone, you know I miss you, I'm unraveling at the sinew and in the hollow pit of my stomach echo the words "I think I love you," But I'm just so unsure, just so afraid to fall. Like standing on the edge of the precipice, toes curled back and eyes wide open. I can't stand the thought of not being your's.
June 22nd 11:35am
Sometimes I get nervous and I don't know why, and some days when I wake up in the morning it feels like the world's been set on fire and it's all I can do to brew a pot of coffee and just close my eyes. Today I lit a cigarette and it tasted like regret, but it smelled like you. I half thought I forgot, but it's the little things that catch me off guard. Sometimes it's all too hard, but it's okay because I have a problem feeling. I'm either just awake or simply sleeping. I've never been good at deciphering lousy affairs of the heart. This body is just a broken vessel. I need another band-aid. My mind has sprung a leek and the ideas won't stop coming, and they only come when I try to sleep.
Disconnect my heart, this tired head is overheating again. When all that's left to do is fall in love, I'm clinging to the edge of my rope. And I know you're good for me, I'm just not sure I'm what's best for you.
June 22nd 12:52am
I want to rip apart my chest and leave my heart exposed, to peel back skin and sinew, to dissolve all the bones. Forget the porcelain shell, it's all just a clever guise. Take me out of my body, let me see through immortal eyes. Then strip away the world. I want to be a naked soul.
June 22nd 9:29am
When you're gone, you know I miss you, I'm unraveling at the sinew and in the hollow pit of my stomach echo the words "I think I love you," But I'm just so unsure, just so afraid to fall. Like standing on the edge of the precipice, toes curled back and eyes wide open. I can't stand the thought of not being your's.
June 22nd 11:35am
Sometimes I get nervous and I don't know why, and some days when I wake up in the morning it feels like the world's been set on fire and it's all I can do to brew a pot of coffee and just close my eyes. Today I lit a cigarette and it tasted like regret, but it smelled like you. I half thought I forgot, but it's the little things that catch me off guard. Sometimes it's all too hard, but it's okay because I have a problem feeling. I'm either just awake or simply sleeping. I've never been good at deciphering lousy affairs of the heart. This body is just a broken vessel. I need another band-aid. My mind has sprung a leek and the ideas won't stop coming, and they only come when I try to sleep.