I took your hand and we crossed that road
but I can’t help looking back // at all the white fences
and the Sunday soccer trainings
And I know
you said it was never going to be for people like me
But I like to think, in another life
There’s a kinder me
A lovable me.
Where it could be.
I took your hand and we crossed that road
but I can’t help looking back // at all the white fences
and the Sunday soccer trainings
And I know
you said it was never going to be for people like me
But I like to think, in another life
There’s a kinder me
A lovable me.
Where it could be.
i don’t get the sad indie playlists
the looks, the daydreams
my yearning is gore
my yearning is a slimy thing writhing on the kitchen floor
my yearning can’t serenade // it is nails on a chalkboard calling you
my yearning can’t translate // it only bleeds through.
#poetry
i don’t get the sad indie playlists
the looks, the daydreams
my yearning is gore
my yearning is a slimy thing writhing on the kitchen floor
my yearning can’t serenade // it is nails on a chalkboard calling you
my yearning can’t translate // it only bleeds through.
#poetry
i like the unreachable you // the you in someone else’s arms
the you in my midnight thoughts
the you in instagram stories
i like your voice in my head
i like staying up in the empty bed // i like re-reading old texts
my favorite flavor of love
the one that’d never be enough.
i like the unreachable you // the you in someone else’s arms
the you in my midnight thoughts
the you in instagram stories
i like your voice in my head
i like staying up in the empty bed // i like re-reading old texts
my favorite flavor of love
the one that’d never be enough.
Like, even those of us who still use it, for work or play or whatever, it’s just like “Yeah, this just isn’t really all that fun anymore”.
Like, even those of us who still use it, for work or play or whatever, it’s just like “Yeah, this just isn’t really all that fun anymore”.
Give me mundane.
Give me trivial.
Give me mundane.
Give me trivial.