I don’t know if you’re saving me or killing me nice and quiet. Some days you taste like air to me and others you taste like dirt.
Growing up I learned to love all things bruises bruising being bruised how the colours so easily
We live in a world of eerie silenc… about all the things that matter m… a world of no hands I want to know but I don’t want to ask Why are you so quiet after I’ve f…
The first time I ever heard the word heartbreak I immediately felt sad You said heartbreak and I heard broken I pictured jaggered
When I feel you inside me my heart it sighs so heavily it’s with you I want to be it’s only you who I can see As young children we climbed trees
and intoxicated fresh air whispers restless man put away those pills take yourself back
I cut your throat when I left You sliced my wrists as you watched Oh my what
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…
her hands were the smallest thing I’ve ever seen on a 21 year old wo… but she wasn’t really small at all parts of her looked smaller in her quiet shadow panting but only when
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
In the car on the way to another place that wasn’t there I asked her how her cuts were healing She told me they were
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 did not feel home hear me clinging to him like children cling to their mothers in the unknown arms of
I knew I was sick when I missed him so much I started to crave the smell of his body
Only the saddest people know the dark side Of cold spoons and ice packs Of sleeping and staying
