Over our busted back and heatless sheets we hear the sound of crying
It’s nothing really
I’m just slowly dying as the world turns slowly
I’m gone soon
It’s nothing pretty with pitless eyes and sucked in lips
I can almost taste the Shadows they bathe in
Pretty pastel girl
With her Lolita shades and sunshine hair
I’m not a handsome man or a youthful soul but I am but a tricky snake
Taste my Shakespeareion tongue
Can you taste the sweat at the back of my throat?
Kissing strangers pretending I’m kissing you
But chapped lips aren’t my style
I wipe lipstick off my lips with my hand
She’s pretty when she smiles
I’m pretty when I cry
Her cut throat smile
It’s all about her lips
The way they curve and pry
Sway and glide
I’m as honest as you babe
Not as savage
Leaving claw marks and half moons
Blood spreading quick
Kissing them so I can kiss you
You’re everyone, you’re everywhere
Just a little deeper
Biting to reach you
Kissing you by kissing them
She was pretty with her paper cut tears. They fell down her cheeks like oil. The reaching hands reached for her. Picking up her pen to write again. Sadly, her words have left me scars.
I’m still trying to reach her but she never stumbles close.
Her skin is lava, her veins like stone. Her blood never carries my tattoo tongue very far.
But I keep trying to keep up. I can’t run very far. Too much empty space.
Pastel shades mixed with her badass attitude.
Her pierced ears and my pierced eyes go together in this punk scene. Too much pretty on her painted nails.
I try to paint her body but it always shows up blurred so I draw on the canvas.
I’m fine with it. Her tattoos tell my story while I just get her name done in different fonts.
I think I miss her too much but I’m fine with it. She’s too pretty for me anyway while my heart gets in her way.
I end my letters with I love you.
She doesn’t reply.
I love you.
Walking through these hourless halls and stupid timelines I wonder how you feel. Do you still smile the same smile and cry the same flavourless tears.
Are you still full of summer flowers and dew drop grass.
You’re so pretty.
Do you still want to breath or are you no longer living.
Are you walking the path many have wandered on or have you carved your own name in the stone.
Baby never turn back from your future.
Hold out your arms and catch the sunlight for me.
I’m expecting you.
Whisked away by dinner plans and far away thoughts you no longer meet my eyes.
She’s so pretty as she walks away.
That there was a girl I could cry over and daydream about.
She filled my head with oxygen.
Loved her so bad I couldn’t breath.
The air poisoned me.
But her smile was nice.
Walk away, dear.
I don’t want my fictional death to stain your perfect teeth.
It was such a lonely road
Over whispering hills and crying seas
Mascara stains her cheeks in rivers
Her skin but a cracked canvas
Her veins full of poison
I still love her though, as if I ever couldn’t
My immortal bain
I’m a reminder of her immortal pain
Sad stories and songs
Cliche guitar solos
Her greying hair and wrinkled cheeks
I doubt the world will age us
An hour can pass in a year
A day in a week
And a minute in a decade
I’m not her child any longer
But I’m still tethered to this forgotten planet
A sphinx trying to leave
I speak in tongues with my hands and unmoving lips
I’m left without her kisses
All those old story books never recounted a love story like ours
As wretched as ours
But it’s alright my love can be your party bonfire as I burn and burn and burn
She’s such a beauty with her too short hair and misshapen nose
All the same as those magazine girls or the baddies on instagram
Her text message phone calls and cotton candy breath
Her perfumed wrists and cookie cutter fingernails
She’s pretty I’ll admit with all her beauty hidden deep in her veins
Messed up breathing, we breathe together
Smoking cigars and sucking suckers
I’m too addicted to the sweet stuff
My love life is now all consumed for my Summer
I miss her
But she’s long gone on her drive to the end of forever without me
My pretty pastel now leaving me always on read
And the girl who reminds me of rain left before we could start leaving me godsend loves like food to a starving creature
We’ve gone down hill now
Maybe I’m not made for girls and I should try my luck with boys and all those slim hips and sweet mouths
Big hands on me as we slip and slide between blankets
Maybe I should leave you all behind and write about who I am today
A year later but I still hurt cramping up and crying
I’ve just been dying to hold your hand