When you stop and take a
good look around,
you freeze and rethink of all the good things and bad things that have happened to you.
You never think the last time is the last time.
You never think you'd be thinking about a life without that certain someone,
you don't think time would stop ticking.
You freeze and feel empty, but you stop looking around you
take a deep breath in and know that it's in the past.
You can let the past destroy you or you can learn from it.
I am still learning how to let me past teach me.
I'm still healing, time takes forever.
I am learning how to slow down and for the time being,
I'm enjoying myself and being myself.
But sometimes I wonder
who am I, where do I belong, what am I doing.
you freeze and rethink of all the good things and bad things that have happened to you.
You never think the last time is the last time.
You never think you'd be thinking about a life without that certain someone,
you don't think time would stop ticking.
You freeze and feel empty, but you stop looking around you
take a deep breath in and know that it's in the past.
You can let the past destroy you or you can learn from it.
I am still learning how to let me past teach me.
I'm still healing, time takes forever.
I am learning how to slow down and for the time being,
I'm enjoying myself and being myself.
But sometimes I wonder
who am I, where do I belong, what am I doing.
"i can only write
poetry after three shots of vodka and a white blunt that reminds
me of salt and your lips, my french professor thinks i'm
having an affair with her son, i keep writing stories about
children with orange hands, i keep making films about lovers who
always die in car crashes, my mother tells me i am mentally ill,
i don't like how the purple pills make me feel, the blue ones
remind me of open doors, red roses are scattered across my liver,
i am bleeding out memories of your laugh, i am building museums
in my chest, tell me this isn't a poem, tell me this is just
random words woven together, tel me that the graffiti on your
hospital wall isn't art, tell me that clocks don't read
time, i am holding hell in my mouth, my palms are covered in
roaches, you want meaning in everything, you want to find change
in the couch cushions but you have no house, you have no home -
just a body and a canvas of bones, tied together with skin and
one mouth, like a bullet for a bullet, ready to destroy; ready to
build."
— (via irynka)
— (via irynka)
Tired Of Waiting For Your
Message Thats Never
Going To Come
Message Thats Never
Going To Come
This Wasn't Supposed To Hurt So Much
It's Not Everyday That You
Find Someone Who Can
Put Up With YOur Bulls**t.
Hold Onto Them. Seriously.
Find Someone Who Can
Put Up With YOur Bulls**t.
Hold Onto Them. Seriously.
I
Just Want To Matter To You
Oh? You All Of A
Sudden Care, Now?
