and it is and always has been the little things that get us through to the next breath. it is the bird songs and the taste of wine and the way the wind feels when you stick your hand out the car windo...
i sit and hold my knees to my chest, which somehow keeps my body from falling apart, starting with tears and then my heart.
everything hurts, from my head to my soul.
my skin crawls because it is my s...
i don’t want to be yours anymore
i feel you knocking at my windowpane
drawing circles in the cold
i feel your warmth through the glass
but somehow i’m still frozen
would you complete me if i asked?
i feel my chest caving in and my heart bleeding
tired limbs reaching out for the love they aren’t receiving
i think i’m lonely again
thinking about forgotten friends
and in the darkest mornings and th...
i am tears
i am blood
i am cracking bones
i am scars
i am migraines
i am thoughts of death
i am banging my head against the wall
i am sobbing the second my head touches the pillow
i am steel against s...
i am done writing about the gods
and the devils
and the demons and angels and ghosts and saints and all the other bloodstains splattered on my past.
they may all live in my head
but they aren’t real.