I am, essentially, a bunch of tiny pieces that make up a something ( Read more... )

"limerence ( Read more... )

words are nothing but mere inventions.
i pay them a visit from time to time,
to ease the aching of my heart,
to paint portraits of my soul, to unwind.
oh, life grants us relief at the strangest of times.

You are a mirror, broken ( Read more... )

In the dark we can be anonymous.
Animal instinct.
Your breathing is shallow,
Mine is sharp, defined,
A bright red brushstroke
Across a navy blue sky.

I am porcelain, so fragile,
And you, you are stone.

I am never technically alone
I grow close with so many people
There is always an ear there, a cup there
To collect the words that fall,
That evaporate,
That never seem to linger
Perhaps I need a taste of the real alone
Because it seems to me that I am solitary
A single unique in a world of ordinary
Things

I feel this aching
Perhaps it is love
But was that ( Read more... )

The sky is tumbling over me ( Read more... )

in so many ways i am a possession you're not even aware you own ( Read more... )

you don't want to respect me ( Read more... )

If only you could comprehend the way I love ( Read more... )