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i have no words. i'm making a mountain from broken rib cages,i have no words. by ~fragile-anchors
these walls will no longer sustain the secret.
if we all fell down, do you think gravity would understand?
we'd be like the london bridge on standby
because in the moment, nothing matters.
she leaves me drowning in a pool of my own mess,
and when we were off the rails it felt like infinity
had an ending.
and i have no words, backward we go
tiredness waits in line to figure out
when our purpose is.
if i could spend just another precious hour
in your cats cradle
love would have a new meaning.
but i'm not sure what i mean
when i say i love you
because in your eyes hopelessness
exist
achromatic. her aura shook and she layachromatic. by ~fragile-anchors
quietly at the floors demand.
each lily livered eye that caught my gaze
remains a painting yet to be painted,
the photographic memory
i once thought hid dormant,
is now among us.
and with that came
the whine of an angel,
i like to believe
she knew my presence.
what a beautiful fortune to be told,
from a feline.
her virgin skin. don't talk to me of amour;her virgin skin. by ~fragile-anchors
she breathed in a different air that night.
i'd rather be sleeping
with mute blackbirds,
i miss the soft hair that once
held my hands.
the dreams that reside
in your restless frame
cannot forgive me for being so drear.
what's difficult to understand is how
a timid pinprick
can leave such an impact
on my aching muscles.
we'd step off the clouds for awhile,
touch heartstrings in unison
but don't pull to seize the day,
fragile does in fact mean something when
clandestine love is not yet known.
where do people like us float? she makes me melt. but i'm scared that my walls don't whisper like they used to, i see through the floors we are pushed under. each depth i re-visit has her scent, the lasting growth of spring in winter, maybe she misses herself. birds hum broken chords like misshapen pianos and the ice statue i was once, no longer tact. but a pit of similes sleeping amongst words i couldn't give her, we are the lonely.where do people like us float? by ~fragile-anchors
as each being began to spin a web of their own, foxes tackled the grass and we screamed at the sky, gave it goosebumps. finally we are no-one, but then again i'd rather see how it felt to be a part of her. we could be in paris, if she wanted
Devious Journal Entryi have been spitting out bloody teeth. they are mostly not mine.
i have been reading and reading, bus graffiti and traffic signs that have been rewritten. i want them back.
i have been forgetting things and wandering, looking at everyone for an answer, just an answer. no one will look me straight in the eye and grasp my shoulders and tell me firmly that there isn't an answer, not to your question, and if you would just leave everyone alone now it would be appreciated.
i have been wrapped up, whether in myself or the world i cannot tell. they have melded, and i smile at the appropriate moments.
i want to have something to say again, i have
Bordeline Personality Disorder I’m happy nowBordeline Personality Disorder by ~chasingafteryou
That’s sure to change
In hours, or minutes
I will be full of rage
Then I will feel nothing
I will be empty inside
I will feel betrayed
No on in which to confide
I will then want to die
To silence the things I hear
But I always stop slashing
Because there is too much fear
Now what do you say about one
Who doesn’t have the strength to live
And doesn’t even have the courage
To just lie down and die?
Yeah I guess I’m happy
But the scars, stinging, remain
But this little miracle came along
And it stole away all my pain
Cant you see I’m social
I’m all you want to be
Just wait 5
Sta.sh
<3
