Snow flakes rain down like tears
So many thoughts float through the world
Empty fields of yellow flowers
Clouds painted in the sky
There’s so much I’ve been meaning to ask you
So many things I wish I said
Thoughts never fulfilled
I was wondering if I stayed here would you come back?
You’d just keep walking away from these messages
Leaving me on read
Months gone
Days wasted
I think I miss you
Do you miss me?
Your fairy lights burn out, one by one
If I wait here will you ever return
The edge of these cliffs look pretty without you
I could walk right off
Paint me falling for you
It’ll be quick I know
I think I miss you
Do you miss me?
Take these broken wings
They’re useless without you, babe
I fucking love you babe I always do
I’ll die on rebirth
Be created as a lost puzzle piece
Without you with me
I think I miss you
Do you miss me?

I think I love you

  – S.F.403


Being an ace of spades

Taping on the screen
Impossible things come to life
It seems we’re not made for this place
We open our eyes but only empty things meet our gaze
We don’t know much
Through a cat’s pur come the vision of miles and rivers
So far and stretched between
Is this all we will amount to?
We can sit and pout for all they care
We are the same
With a message we destroy the friends we’ve made
And the memories will be forgotten
Is it bad we have made it this far?
Take a step in the right direction
But it’s difficult when everyone tells you it’s wrong.

  – S.F.403

choking flowers

Breathing in sweet air no longer holds the same charm

I can’t imagine holding your paper skin hands anymore

Your words are a weight that tug on the skin of my throat

Inside, flesh and blood drip down

Tulips, daisies and mountain flowers

The ones that are cut and bought

Pencil marks make up your hair and petals fill your trashcan

Don’t mind me as I stuff flowers down my throat

Thorns cause stab wounds in my mouth

I choke them up like tears and choke them down like food

Swallowing future vomit never felt so good

I can trace them under my skin

Making outlines in my veins and on my bones

It’s not long before I feel them take root

I feel pretty inside

  – S.F.403

She’s driving.

She took two turns without me.
But I was on the home stretch anyway.
She doesn’t notice.
Consults her cellphone often.
Sunglasses and country songs.
I’m a sucker for her lipstick.
She palms the wheel.
I blow bubblegum in shotgun.
Friends pass through the backseat like its a subway.
I never leave.
Watch her drive down backroads and highways.
City streets and driveways.
Her waterfall hair in a ponytail.
Her nail polish is always chipped.
She’s pretty but bad.
Don’t you dare look at her twice.
She needs a pair of cowboy boots.
“I love you.”
She doesn’t blink.
Speed limits in the dust.
Windows rolled up.
A cigarette dangles precariously from her lips.
I’m her favourite pastime.
It’s like I’m not here.
Watch her drive.
Sunset roads and country songs.
I’m stuck.
She doesn’t notice.
I could stay here forever.
She palms the wheel.
I’m a sucker for her lipstick.

  – S.F.403


Trying to post ahead of y’all by posting once a day.
guess we’ll see how long we can keep up
Don’t worry babe we still see
Don’t worry babe we still read everything you send
Don’t worry babe we still laugh for you
Don’t worry babe
Don’t worry babe. Though we know you always do.
I’ll have so much fun and I’ll scream my throat dry and hoarse.
I’ll tear the strings out with my fingers.
My skin and bones shaped as a guitar inside.
i think i love you.

– S.F.403
no but srsly gonna try to post everyday for y’all but ya prolly know by now I can go months without a post then post three times a day. Thanks so much for the follows. I’ve never properly acknowledged u guys I think. But thanks.

It’s gonna take work

Lifting our legs into the proper postion.
We kneel so easily.
We can’t remember.
Count our hours alittle short but never misspell our name on that certificate.
We don’t need no date of birth.
Hold our hand through these lonely nights.
Let’s not say this last goodbye.
I want you to remember the good times.
Inspire with your inner self.
Bury your words deep under.
Let veins be swimming with your art.
Keep yourself dirty with dust.
Don’t bother to sweep these claw marked halls.
Fill these empty rooms with horror.
This here house is your mind’s home.
Now I don’t mind the chatter and screams.
I often hear footsteps down these lifeless halls.
Someone keeps scratching the floors.
But we don’t mind.
Sing for us, darling.
  – S.F.403

This last dance

I’m dead sweetheart
Give it a rest we ain’t climbing out of this hole again
Oh baby
Oh baby
Bloated tear ducts and windshields
So pretty with that nose bleed
Look in the mirror and see if you can see a piece of you that sees me.
I’m a whisper on the wind
A pair of footsteps around the corner
Forced to be gossiped about.
But I don’t mind as long as you still dance on my lap and drag your hateful words down the skin of my throat with that lipstick tongue.
Oh baby
Oh baby
Come sit in this hole with me.
  – S.F.403