Only the saddest people know the dark side Of cold spoons and ice packs Of sleeping and staying
I knew I was sick when I missed him so much I started to crave the smell of his body
His kiss was like war the way it stole something from yo… but you could never pin point what His touch was like a service station hold up the way it left yo…
1. your tacky taste in jewellery s… as everything but 2. you held my hand through joy an… up from 3. scraped knees made my eyes feel…
I loved you like a cockroach dying– painfully slow then squash all at once
I used to see my body the way a child plays with play dough love the bumpy and the squishy bits it could
I walked into my bedroom after a nine hour shift and caught a whiff of heat and the feeling of him. It’s been eight years:
Growing up I learned to love all things bruises bruising being bruised how the colours so easily
Deep cuts hurt more When I touch you is it sore? Deeper are the ones that scar Do you notice when I’m far? I won’t mean to cause you pain
I want to sink my teeth into the depths of your mind To discover all of
I guess I just sort of want to wrap myself all around your life and stay there I want to stick
The first time I ever heard the word heartbreak I immediately felt sad You said heartbreak and I heard broken I pictured jaggered
It’s human nature to want to fix things Find what’s
When she was a little girl of the age of 8 or 9 she had a dream every night she wished that she could fly When she grew to 12 years old
I laid it down upon the bed the soft blanket of anxiety which would cover me while I slept wrapped around me tightly
