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I put these words in pretty tones, and voice my opinions in poetic silhouettes, because I’m so fucking scared of what this really means.
I put these words in pretty tones, and voice my opinions in poetic silhouettes, because I’m so fucking scared of what this really means.
your pupils like dimes. dark and cold. your heart like mine. weak and old. your skin it shines. porcelain gray. and when its time to go, you never stay.
i hate you. i feel my mind filling with bubbles as my blood boils when i see your face. my stomach turns in wicked ways as if it was growing something it its depths. but i was. i was growing these flowers inside, the ones you left me with. they grew into my lungs, letting … More flowers
on the merry-go-round its crazy how many kids i know have holes in their heads and hearts gushing with love. feeling like wastelands, erupting with kindness. their heads filled with voices, and theres too many of us to count. pressure is up, and the kids fall down.
my daddy is god and he cant save me. my mistakes are too long, the sins MAKE me.
ive left sickly prints on my stomach, blue like the skies, and tinted like marmalade. i sit in a room where i pray they will vanish, but im stuck in white corners, like the ones in my head. youre angry and uncontrollable, with your mouth like a gun. and your fingers like triggers, the damage … More blue.
youre scared? for what? i should be scared! you pin down my wrists and spill out your shaking lungs on me. you say, but hey its not me who has to go to therapy. you act like you understand. you see the terror in my eyes, and you apologize. because no! you dont want to … More pretty little head
i remember in our hotel room, black lights, under dark skies, and see you soons. phone calls, i never realized. but you dont come back, when you dont need love, yeah you dont come back, cause im not enough. i say who needs you? who needs you? but too soon again, i say i do, … More veins.
all the kids running to catch them. his mom she screams, why are we like this? they listen and laugh, and get caught on the scene, but dont realize, its a work of gravity. those closest to the floor, will always go back. even if we try to fix it, “just cause he’s black”.
im fearless. it scares me.