true beLIEvers never d(l)ie
take the bread crumbs
and follow them home
this will all make sense soon.


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Look ahead to the moon and tell the sun we said goodbye. a pile of friends on the night stand and plans for the after(life). holding the door open for loneliness (manners from the heart). the world loves a good tragedy. apparently i'm the best there ever way (see famous vs. infamous). a heartbreak moment if i ever loved something the way you ( Read more... )

Everyone wants to tell me their truths. Fortune tellers masquerading as the good guy (heroes for breakfast). I've got tall tales in my veins. I'm as ordinary and (un)extrodinary as the boy you think I am. Make up stains on consciences that never wanted to grow up. Early morning sunsets between you and I.


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She has black hole eyes
The kind god(s) only understand
The only way she knew how to smile was from wrist to wrist
Bury the blues in your pit of your stomach
Sunsets in the palm of your hands
One more pill, just for tonight.

***Totally didn't mean to post this twice. Whoops.***

Hearts addressed for purgatory. I can feel the fire between my ears and behind my eyes. My pulse will never stop dancing for you. White blood cells for all your sickness (this is love). I've got a treasure chest of hopefulness buried deep inside my chest. Cut it out once and for all. Lost boys in phonebooks on your porches. I've got a clue ( Read more... )

Following in your foot(print) stepts. Close your eyes and hope for the best. Blind A(I)Mbition. Lost in conversations that were as pointless as your promises. Memories of you and I are (g)old. Poloygraphed lovers. Everything I told you was just a li(n)e. Ticks of a needle versus ticks of heartbeat (let the record spin tonight). Strike (out ( Read more... )

Our conversations started with a lie. From a glowing keypad in the dark to another. Maps to the truth. (Day)dreams with nightmare hair. Homesick for disaster. Mania(c) smiles. Sometimes it takes a shot to the chest to make it feel not so in vein. Call me up. Tell me the words that only you know have a calming affect on my head. Misery ( Read more... )