i. you are just words now, words and memories, of misused limbs and mispronounced vowels rolling from the tips of your eyes. fix it. i miss your skin.
ii. because i forget my shoes when it rains, and you remember my lunch. and you make me coffee. and im bitter and youre sweet. and puddles dont show how beautiful your eyes glisten. im sorry.
iii. you remind me of an octopus, with teeth like a shark and a grip like an infuriating faux grinned tequila shot.
iv. you should have known that my feet arent connected to my logic, that my fingers loop where they dont want to be, that i can run further than i can breathe, and you can only run so far before your gone.
v. youre amazing wrapped in flesh, and monsters shouldnt gnaw at your bones like they do, and your smile should be real. if i could build a wall around you out of famished bricks, i would (because i worry about you).
vi. a puppet on strings and eyes brighter than mine. the innocence of a child in tan, and a graze of chipped teeth and broken fingers. dont let them get you; you deserve the world whats left of it.
vii. there were stars trapped in your veins, and lullabies in oxygen mellifluous words across dark hallways and secret flesh under your protective shield. you dont exist the way i want you to.
viii. the fire in your soul cant warm you anymore, the cigarettes taste like ash and your heartbeat is stuck in your fingernails. id save you, but you wouldnt have the time.
ix. oaky limbs and yellow teeth in a scornful smile, grease slugged into your eyelids and your knees stab into my ribs every time you move. laughing peanuts and scoobie snacks, and id apologise if it was in my vocabulary.
x. you drive your body with sex appeal dripping from freckles, secrets and lies rolled into your shoelaces and fingers capable to snap a neck with ease. you dont need this.
xi. i cant look at you anymore, i cant stand seeing you look back at me with hollow stares and asteroids caught in your knotted hair, with your mouth pulled into a scream and your teeth biting through your bloody lips. disappear. waste away. i dare you.













Comments
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i've got those rolled back eyes, but nothing's clouding my vision.
this is not fair.
-stompsfeet-
you don't write bluntly or obviously but it always gets me.
it's so.
why don't i have words to describe!
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that's as bad as secondhand suicide
and thankyou. and blunt is overated. hehe.
you should have a go - i think you'd be brilliant at it, the eleven people thing, that is. (:
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i've got those rolled back eyes, but nothing's clouding my vision.
i loved every single one.
even though i had no idea who/what they were about.
<3
thankyou sososo much anyway. <3
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i've got those rolled back eyes, but nothing's clouding my vision.
fdgsjhadknjhf.
i love the way you can write.
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that's as bad as secondhand suicide
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