ouchh.i just downed five espresso shots, two monsters, and an iced mocha latte.
i have a headache, and i think i am about to have a heart attack.
this is what happens when you fall in love.
the sky is on firehe held me beneath the stars and whispered a thousand sweet nothings into my ear. the only words i could catch were beautiful and love and although i smiled and giggled knowingly, i never really understood what he meant when he told me i was everything.the sky is on fire
there was something harsh about the way his eyes watched me.
he drank me in as though this night were our last and he kissed me with a fire that stung my lips. i still recall the pain in his eyes, his voice.
i still recall aching to make it better, but all i could do was kiss him. kiss him and burn.
it started in my stomach, moved quick
and in the end...dear you,and in the end...
i just wanted to let you know that i tried. i really really tried. i fought with everything i have, but in the end everything just wasn't good enough. i wanted to give you the world, but i guess you wanted more. i am sorry that i let you down.
dear you,
someday the world will fall into place and you will be happy. someday, i might be happy too.
dear you,
my heart is painted orange and pink and yellow and green, all the colors you hate. my heart is the half empty bottles of beer we used to throw at trees and empty building
beethoven's heart is broken.i want to read you the world. lettersyllablewordphrasesentence.beethoven's heart is broken.
oh if only you knew.
the moon is out and the sky is violet and my skin is crawling with the
whatifsandmaybes of yesterday.
the echo of fingers on keys still rings in my ears and i know that no matter how badly i want it i will never hear [neveragainwillihear] i will never hear you play my song again.
you have gone and all that is left is the skeleton of a grand piano.
oh baby, just let me know.
little red riding hood.the rain is falling. pouring down from the sky. deep blue. the most beautiful sight you have ever seen.little red riding hood.
[you always did say my eyes were gorgeous]
i will lay here today and tomorrow and
quite possibly the next day. i will lay here and i will wish that every mistake i have made hurts you. i want to tell you how much i loved you, just to put it in your face.
[the feeling is gone and all that is left is numb]
once upon a time there was a little girl. she had bright blue eyes and long blonde hair and she was happy.
and then the
love is not a noun,i never thought of a name to call him. he was a human, but he was my human.love is not a noun,
his heartbeat reminded me of a rainstorm, or maybe the axis of a train wheel, but either way i hated how it mattered to me and how cliched the mutterings of a heart became.
i felt like a bird, a yellow-bellied sap-sucker, every time i heard it whispering blood, but that never meant more than an elucidated want for something prettier. it resonated in my own, an echo of some crossed wires and heartstrings.
my heart broke for his, but never in place of it.
i didn't know if it was wrong to want him solely for myself;
grinning in paradoxes.one time, we were sitting under the weeping willow in my front yard, and you asked me what i was thinking.grinning in paradoxes.
i told you i was thinking about the constellations and how they lit up the evening sky. about the way i think in fairytale day dreams and fetal position midnight cries. i told you i was thinking about what it would be like to kiss you, so you did.
one time, we were sitting on a dirty park bench. when i curled my fingers around the edge i could feel the pieces of chewed gum others had left there. you asked me what i was thinking.
i told you i was thinking about travelling. about what it would be like
you couldn't understandour first time was lavender and lemons then i got wiser one of the contusions on my hip looks like a sideways heart why does love have to be so painful?you couldn't understand
the second time was hard candy and raindrops im sorry you had to wash your sheets and go to the grocery store at 3 am but it helps to be prepared
the third time was pillows and porcelain and so you never got to finish because for a moment i forgot how easily i could break now i'm left to deal with the cracks
The Islander
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and we love, and we cry, and we live our lives;and we love and we love and we love and it comes back to us.
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And the dish ran away with the spoon.
xo!
shane
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an antique arms and armor expert
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And the dish ran away with the spoon.
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~Winchester men do it better.~
"The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start,The falling apart."- of moons birds and monsters.
"And by the way, I Adore you... In frightening, Dangerous ways." Edward - Midnight Sun.
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And the dish ran away with the spoon.
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And the dish ran away with the spoon.
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