is it a penchant for self-loathing… my mind has a habit of deviation filling answers with questions tha… my heart has a practice of exhumat… and forgiving the most cold-bloode…
if I were to tear away strands of my heart pull away pieces and rip it apart.. would you still call me lovely?
creeping, it grows a bit too quickly, and he knows all these stones and every moan feel it burning in each bone and when he’s walking home alone
I think to myself– if people were rain I’d be a drizzle and you a hurricane I float through existence
the girl behind my eyes can’t see… it’s like a phantom in glass, you… not quite an image, you can see ri… but I see, that this wraith isn’t… whispers of malice I’ve never spok…
in a faithless race for imputiny I blocked all I found worthwhile… in a hopeless attempt for my weak… that I’m here facing fear on my ow… rather like to be free where I roa…
a fleeting touch sleepy embrace the sunlight casts diamonds on the lines of your face the span of your back
it’s starving out my center, wanin… away from what I’d feared, it’s dr… my pain from down beneath me, wait… for the pills to take their toll and my faith frames a shattered mo…
it kills me to remember you’re just past gone, past breath… when it rolls around September I’m just past done, past thinking and every broken whisper
there’s the potential for this to… there’s a strong chance for all th… I’m not saying that all this is ho… there’s a slight chance that we mi… this is the part where I smile and…
the holder, beholder ahead of your game with nothing to lose but your face and your name divisions, provisions
not sure what is real, or my imagi… went inside my brain, and had a so… to conquer my fear, to finally see… my psychosis relies all on me. simple contrast.
stuck beside myself all night I hear your echo in my sleep a simple pro and con of sorts as I’m trying not to creep on wanting words and wording wants
you don’t want to be with me, I get it. but I’m the best option you’ve got… are you with me? I’ve waited a very long time to lo…
what would you call 'bad’? what would you say is worse? admitting that you tried, or admitting that you hurt? in telling all my following