and if you're not, well, then that's fine too. I'm not really sure what else to say, except that beautiful things can be found anywhere, you just have to see them.
(I'm not sure why I said that actually, I just kinda felt it was necessary)
<3


let's agree to disagreeit feels like i'm the only one who's never been through it all before.let's agree to disagree
everyone else has "been there, done that,"
why not me?
it's strange, quite strange,
that i've never really felt;
never really seen;
never really loved.
i want to taste the lust,
get broken and bruised,
and have someone to heal me.
- - - - -
it feels like i'm the only one who's been through it all.
everyone else would "never dream of doing such a thing,"
why not me?
it's strange, quite strange


i'll stay until you leave me.sometimes i feel like as soon as i stop reaching out to you, you'll pull away. you'll cut me out like an appendix; it's nice to know it's there, but as soon as there's a problem it gets removed. afterwards you never think of it again, unless you're remembering that one time you went to the hospital and what did you get removed again? oh well, it doesn't matter anyway.i'll stay until you leave me.
there's a wall forming. it's building itself under us as we sit on top, swinging out legs and balancing quite well for now. no matter how hard i try the wall keeps getting taller, slow as a vine creeping up a fence but growing none the less. it takes work and


we are all strangers"if i were a stranger, i'd probably kill myself."we are all strangers
"what the fuck are you on about?"
"if i were a nobody. a ghost. an unknown. like the man who goes to the market everyday to get a brown bag full of his groceries, smiles and says thank you to the cashiers, and wears the same black trenchcoat. i wonder if he's dead..."
"is that where you were?"
"...but everyday, the cashier at that same, damned market rings him up but never sees his face. she never hears him say thank you, she just tells him to have a nice day. and he smiles and says he will, and she should too. but she doesn't fucking know, s
Winter Girl
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Why did you have to shoot me through the heart?
Where do you think you shot me?
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<3
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i don't love him,
winter just wasn't my season.
i am a poetry admin for *project-improve. note me if you have any feature suggestions!
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<3
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
<3
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"Bleach - an aquired taste. You have to be at the end of your life to enjoy it."
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I'll hold you up above everyone.
Thanks for the fave on "Can you?".
I'm glad you liked it.
Alex.
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Abcdefg.
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Much Love. x I'm
Much Peace. x Not
Much Cake. x Usually
Much Tea. x This
Much Much. x Crazy.
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