my heart is beating faster than my mind can think. tried and tried again, and then tried some more. spent the night with wide eyes and a weakening heart.
im not nearly as strong as i like to think.
thanks for being my knock on wood.
its wearing (me) thin.

you're the safest kind of dangerous.

it's funny how easy it is to sleep with someone, but how hard it is to sleep next to someone


you're sleeping with the light on like you're dying to be found out.

professional bridge burner?
why yes, that would be me
I professionally burn bridges, maybe not for a living but definitely on a day to day basis.

lonely bed and heart


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if you can't get someone out of your head maybe they're supposed to be there

As the sun slowly fades, so does your voice. Yet it paints such a beautiful picture. A world where everything is perfect. But that world is galaxies beyond us, beyond the farthest star, yet closer to me then you'll ever be.
The bell on the door of the coffee shop rings and wakes me from my dream world. I blink my eyes a few times and try to see that its actually you standing in front of me. I sigh in defeat and roll my eyes to the gods. you begin to smile when you see me. You begin to speak and my world goes weak. I smile and slowly nod my head. As you turn around and leave, I stand transfixed in my spot. Contemplated why you would talk to me before I look down to see the paper you left folded in my hand, Written in big bold letters are the words I love you too.

every once in a while i wake up to what feels like lips on my cheek but im always alone. i need you. it used to be everyday now it seems to only be late at night. sometimes i wish for you so hard that i cry. i cry for what we had, for how we'll never have it again and for how im responsible.
i'm done with being proud i want to be vulnerable again. i want to be free again.
im tied down with memories and regrets. im wide awake with feelings i cant shake. my choices have gotten worse, my judgement doesn't exist anymore. i feel more alone in a room full of people than any other time because they always look so alive and i always feel so dead. i dont even know how i really feel anymore. i force it all. i threw away making sense probably the same day i threw you away.

i really wish i didnt need this keyboard to get all of this out.

believe me i like the way you breathe, and you could stand there forever.
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This is a girl who knows the cliches. This is a girl who knows how to make them feel new. This is a girl who knows how to be cruel and this is a girl who knows how to leave scars. Don't take your eyes off of her. This is a girl who will take everything you've got and then just a little bit more. This is a girl who is one of the deliberate outcasts, the original hypocrites, and the ghosts in the wet dreams of morrissey.
This is a girl who didn't know what she was living for. This was a girl who couldn't deal with it.