i take words and piece them together
i give them meaning
but not purpose
(they merely exist)


evaporatei would evaporate into thousands of little particles just to live in the sky for a dayevaporate
(and) i would dance around your body with new found grace to the sound of the pitter patter of your feet hitting the hardwood floor
(and) i would promise not to get too close


dear boydear boy, last night, i found the purple flower you stuck in my hair. last night, i found the same number of stars for everything i loved about you. last night, i found the meaning of death in september the first. (every night, i should have known-- one isn't one of my lucky numbers) last night, i found the love you had for me inside of an envelope. (in case you're wondering) i think you left it there.dear boy
sincerely, girl


we can'tyou can't breathe just like i've been drowning for monthswe can't
and you can't carry a note just like my heart hasn't sung in years
and you can't believe in me just like i can't sympathize for you.


collectionsi'll never be whole with your back turned to me. (i don't think you'll ever truly see.)collections
turn around. please turn around again.
do you remember when: you pulled a kiss from your pocket just for me, you promised a candlelit evening beside the sea, i had empty eyes + tangles in my hair, but you never seemed to care?
+ do you remember: how i covered my face
to hide the blush, how e a s i l y i could make your blood rush? how you held your pillow at night pretending it was me, and how, every night, we watched each other fall


body count.-body count.
i wish that i could stand a cm away from your face, tell you happy birthday and that you're getting older
it might never be enough.
make my hands like small mirrors, touching your face as if it were a star that might fall in on itself
i hope you find yourself glittering in your reflection.
shadows on the wall stretch and blend into diamonds, skinny octagons that make childhood dreams appear warped
you hide away from it all, a tiny secret sleeping in your jaw so that you may never
i love your journal.
sometimes i feel the same way.
<3
--
"He is my disciple no more. Beat the drum, my little ones, and attack him; you have my permission."
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