I'm so finished looking back because I swear there's never been a brighter blue than the color of the sky right now. The grass has never been so green, so to speak, and I'm not scared to lose you. It's just a dance now, and I'm not angry. There's not even any red left in this room, in this house. I could run a million miles today and still not make ( Read more... )

you left and everything changed ( Read more... )

There are no more words to read. These sentences and syllables have left me feeling cold and incomplete. I’m searching in vain for more beyond the last page. There must be a sequel, some sort of continuation. If this is the end then there was never a beginning and I’m starting to wish I hadn’t spent so much time deciphering meaning between stale ( Read more... )

You hate the sound that comes with consequence. You hate the color of responsibility and the feeling I can give you with a whisper, with a frown. No. No. No. I am not that easy. I’m not a mission, not a trophy. I am here and breathing, warm and my heart’s beating. I feel more than you could ever care to know. Would you really want something you can ( Read more... )

the precision of these undertones gets me every time...

a little disillusioned, i see things that aren't necessarily there while missing that which is right in front of me

something in your breathing makes my vision that much less cloudy

I swear on the sun as it rises and sets ( Read more... )

I could curl up the edges of myself and burn slowly into ashes that you could hold against your sweaty palms. You could blacken your hands with me... throw me into wind or moving water. Someday, would you wonder if you were breathing pieces of me, drinking me, digesting me? I could melt onto your cheeks like teardrops that softly carry pain away ( Read more... )

i'll wear your words like a battle scar ( Read more... )

I am temptation. I am greed. I want to feel you sharp and deep within my lungs...against my chest. I want to fight as hard as I can and I want to lose...struggle against the inevitable truth that you are not worth it. The truth that you are as much a part of me as I am. You are water condensing against parched and partly opened lips. Lips that ( Read more... )

Writing in red makes me feel wicked...makes me feel hungry...makes me feel dangerous. I'm a pinprick bleeding more freely then you thought was possible. What if my blood was poison? What if my veins dissolved? I am bleeding all over you. This air chafes my lungs more than your lips could soothe me...

why don't you come around more?