Pins & Needles:

My days are long when
my nights revolve around dreams of us.

But the thing is,
Kisses aren't contracts, dear.

Steady feet,
don't fail us now.
xo

Heartbeats:

I have this favourite thing about you.

It's your ability to make me let my every guard down
and not regret a damn thing.

For the record,
This is how you make me feel:

"...& I swear in this moment, we are infinite."

Sweetest Downfall:

The truth is:



I'm not nearly as innocent
as I once was.
(& neither are you.)

But the bible didn't mention us.
Not even once.

(We were born with this blood on our hands.)

Blue-eyed Sunrise:

& they will see us from such great heights.
"Come down now.", they'll say.
But everything looks perfect from far away.
"Come down now.", but we'll stay.

Because we can live like this.
♥

(This might be the very moment,

I'm aware of what we're actually capable of.)

Relapse:

Pushed back onto your bed again.
But I'll wake up tomorrow.
With the same over-played memories
and the same poorly chosen habits.

I've become fragments of a woman,
fractures of a face.
I'm just see-through faded,
bent & jaded.

But if this is lost,
I hope I'm never found.

(colour me numb.)

Existentialism:

You see me for all that I am.
My imperfections and flaws on a pedestal.
My essence in naked daylight.

You see right through my paper-thin skin,
past my raw, chalk-white bone,
to the parts and pieces that matter most.

& you're still here.

We're still alive.

“We don't possess a soul.
We are Souls. We possess a body.”

(I can see so much life in us.)

Back & Forth:

Somwhere along these lines,
we'll come undone.
You & me, drunken young.

I'm counting on your fingers,

down to the days you'll be gone.

Just how much air will I need?
When your tide crashes over me.

We choose all the
right promises to break.

Portrait in Sepia:

Baby, there's a pattern in this system.
There's a bullet in the gun.
That's why I tried to save you, but it can't be done.

Well, if they don't put me away.
Hell, it would be a miracle.

Pour que vous:

Locked away safe in my veins,
pieces of you still swim.
As you leave me breathless with wishes
& your deep marks in my skin.

For you,
I'd bleed myself dry.

The Inevitable:

I found stars at the tip of your tongue.

When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.

Simplicity:

Smile.
(It's the second best thing you can do with your lips.)

Smile at the simple fact that
you're alive & breathing.

Be happy for the mere idea of being
able to love
& be loved in return.

Be happy solely because we don't need a specific reason to be.
Smile because it's contagious &
happiness is only real when shared.

Cinder & Ash:

Your lips push against my mouth;
just to keep the words from coming out.

But I let you in & you felt me up,
you're like drinking out of an empty cup.

(I've never felt so close; I've never felt so all alone.)

& I swear, it’s like trying to catch a ghost,
like dying to grasp smoke.

Dizzy Minded:

Photograph our minds & watch the memories u n w i n d.

We walked the surface of this town,
not once touching the ground.

I'll watch my back so I can be sure,
you're right behind me as before.

Because
everything was beautiful.
& nothing hurt.

(Who the fuck am I kidding?)

Beauty, redfined:

Life isn't about perfection.
Life is about finding beauty in the imperfections
that connection us to each other & make us human.
We are people, not perfection.

Laugh.
Beauty is unedited, uncensored, real & flawed.
Make it a source of confidence, not insecurity.
Care less & Love more.

Start a revolution.

Love yourself.
Accept yourself.
No one else can do that for you.

Don't buy into the product.
We are far too young & free
to ever be unhappy with the way we are.

"You should only fall in Love
with your eyes closed."
~ Andy Warhol

A Backtrack:

You've learned to live half alive,
yet you'll always want me one last time.

So here's to you, ghost from my past,
take a taste of what you'll never have back.

Who the fuck do you think you are?
To run around, leaving scars, all to fill your jar of hearts.

It's so damn easy to point a finger.
Taking responsibility for your mistakes requires strength.
& you don't have it in you.

I've written pages & pages
trying to rid you from my bones,
to decompose these recycled feelings.

Crooked City Skyline:

We'll stay wide awake far into the a.m.
Everyone will sleep while
we'll hold the world in our hands.

Ironic, isn't it?
Somehow, after so much time holding my breath,
all the pieces fall into place.

Infinity:

I've never felt this
healthy before;
(I've never wanted something rational.)

But I will go down with this ship.
I will throw my hands up & surrender.