Remember that night we carved our names into pumpkins? Yours looked incredible with the candle inside. Mine caved, burned itself away, down to the cement. I guess my name is too long. And you always had steadier hands.
We took a drive that night, shot too fast out of the rutted, pitted streets we…
I act like I’m unbreakable,
Walking through life with a stride and a head held high,
Never letting the tears fall.
"Not yet, they need you right now. You need to stay together."
You asked me why I always hid from the world when things finally started to shatter,
Why I’d beg you to just let me be and I’d be okay.
I think we both realized you were asking why I’d hide from the boy I’d sworn could walk through the chaos,
Why I’d hide from the people I cared so much about.
"Because I’m so fucking afraid every time someone doesn’t see my eyes starting to look like ghosts in dying blue fires,
I’ve gotten used to being self-sufficient and closing up to protect the parts of me that are bruised.
I’m scared if you touch them you’ll send them deeper,
And damnit I can already feel them imprinted on my bones.”
"I’m scared of someone finally seeing me and then just
I’ll stare at things
Bright and beautiful
to keep me going,
To give me hope.
If you want to know
(let’s keep this between us)
I’m not okay.
I know that leaves
Die and come back
Again after a period of
Dark frosted nights.
Their reemergence was my hope.
But that hope is short lived
As they come to die again.
Because the illuminated colors
Around me send off vibrations
Of present life, I can only see
Their pain and decay along
The way. I am not okay.
Slow motion leaves,
falling briskly across the pavement,
of a college campus in the middle of chaos,
the golden shoes click,
they clack as they walk by,
the keds of the ripped jeans-wearing woman pass,
they are characters of the script written for this day,
the fall has brought active…
Baby, You're a Classic
It’ll kill you, ya know.
The way you rest that cigarette between your lips. Inhaling and exhaling romantic jargon.
Luring in girls that look like poetry.
But smell like teen fiction.
It’ll kill you ya know.
The amount of Gentleman’s Jack that you drink.
Until you vomit ridiculous puns.
have you ever had to restart a song because you spaced out and weren’t appreciating it enough
when ur mom talks shit about you on the phone to family members
No boyfriend November was a success. Should I go for a don’t date December?
Just me January?
Forever alone February?
No man march?
I just had to reblog this again.
just giving up june
just my hand july
always alone august
only me october?
they’ve done it
they made a reason for me to be single for every month