lines crossed at unprecedented depths
strategies simulated in between halfsleeps
we always kept our heads up
characteristically relentless
the vines came early and took their grasp
insulted our tact
eyes locked upon the small of your back
i'm pleasantly weathered

upkeep required
designer drug dial tone
your veins line the backs of my hands

we are the dusted-off remnants of a vintage love. in the back of my head I knew we'd end up here all along, trading drowsy smiles and compliments, planning out descent into the world and all of its decadence. Baby, before you, there was no me- and I see you in everything. You are the buttercup that built me up, and I'll never let you down.

this journal has been quite the chronicle of my life-
i'm getting married next weekend

endless reconnaissance on the wrong side of hedgeway. sometimes it all comes crashing down and we can still stand enough to stick around. I have an affinity for Tuesdays shrouded by rain and controversy.

scars are a blighted currency ( Read more... )

i thought maybe by now this would be an artifact someone discovers and holds onto
but it's not and i don't really care
i love you

just like old words left ( Read more... )

set your love free in hopes to repair the livelihood of controversy. yesterday’s savages are tomorrow’s saviors. in confidence under dimly lit familiarity, you whisper “the dosage makes no difference” as you sink into me like poison-tipped daggers securing a sought-after throne. we ward ourselves off from rumors of western winters and confide in ( Read more... )

"I'm outside the door, invite me in, so we can go back and play pretend"