you promised me this is love. you used to write messages on paper hearts and hang them from the ceilings and all of them would make my real heart beatbeatbeat a little faster. lately we've been looking for love in unlikely places and we've forgotten the words to say. so we're breathing in dust that tastes like bad intentions and guilty consciences and i'm stuck searching the shelves for self help books or envelopes full of apologies anything to end this silence. this isn't beautiful. no, this is a mess. my name always sounds like a lullaby in your mouth so it belongs to you safe behind your teeth but since you stole it i've forgotten who i am. it's odd how you still say i love yous like you can stand the taste since your lips only bleed when you're lying and lately they've been stained red. and now i'm a spun glass heart with a fractured surface and hands that will never be warm again without yours entwined in them. and you are a cyclone with the winds swirling around you and lately they've been pushing us around crashing us into one another eroding the edges that used to fit. and now you can breathe ice from your frosty heart and frozen lungs like cigarette smoke engulfing me in past regrets and bad choices as if i am the biggest mistake of your life. |
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wishes bounce me weightless.
the infa-red scope of pointlessness.
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Whats up?
But wishing stars,
and little men from mars.
and you're amazing.
and thank you so much
thank you as always
thanks, dear
this is amazing. <3
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Dreams can come true, but never fantasies, if you nurture a fantasy, it'll most likely get broken.
I like how it ties in with your namesake too.
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Whats up?
But wishing stars,
and little men from mars.
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