'we' don't mean anything anymore.


first kissfirst kiss
1.
it was sometime before i remember, probably spring or close to it when the
winters frost decided it has graced us
far too long, and a collision of sorts decided i was their next experimental landslide.
2.
it was sometime before i remember what happened. emotions tied up on paper thin strings, so heavy that they all collapsed. like a meteor shower
to my heart, and i remember thinking. who in the world would ever want to love me?
3.
it was sometime before i remember how you


you better prayyou better pray
its not like you to tell the secrets
of your mind; promising me better days and greater tomorrows. youre never the type to crack under pressure,
(so what happened?) what happened?
the last time i visited your house was
too-many-months-ago, but i dont want to see an empty house full of so many memories. its painful to think of how things can change so easily without warning. except, i had
time to let it marinate and i let it go ri


immoral cascadeimmoral cascade
i used to think you + i = love. sometimes i get proved horribly
wrong and i secretly blame you for e v e r y t h i n g. + lately you speak obsenities, and i desperately cling on to them so i wont disappoint you. (but, it
really doesnt matter because i already do) + sleep heavily clings to my eyelashes and i want to sleep, im trying to sleep, but im avoiding the brown of your eyes
and the surreal feeling of your fingers
caressing my canvas. +
i want to tell you im sorry. im sorry for


tuesday's thoughts.its a wonder how you know all mytuesday's thoughts.
secrets. [even the ones i havent
discovered yet]
-
you taught me that love doesnt
equal minutes lost from silence, and
speaking lackadaisical love songs.
-
i catch myself choking up nonsense
when im with you. i caught myself
choking up every bit of oxygen when
i was with you. [is it cliché to say you
take my breath away?]
-
its a wonder how you can sense my
every emotion. you can see right
through the forced laughter and
p
| i don't feel any older. |
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and her laugh always sounds like the clatter of shaken dice,
of the rotation of roulettes and a life on the line.
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and her laugh always sounds like the clatter of shaken dice,
of the rotation of roulettes and a life on the line.
&thanks for the fave as well<33
--
.focus.is.overrated.
<3
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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