(Source: graciouswords, via graciouswords)
i’m a mess/you’re a disaster
&
my brain will divorce my heart
before I ever say we have a future
but
reasoning
sanity
distance
& history
aside
I always miss you
this time of year
Years from now,
You call me Stranger.
Vague remembering of
a past long gone.
You call me Stranger.
And I call you Stranger too.
I hope in years time,
that you won’t struggle
to pluck…my….Ah!…name…
out of your head.
Something so fucked up
and magnificent in equal measure,
should never fade into nothingness.
The ghost of you haunts me;
That strange feeling of being watched
The whispers that remain when the wind dies
The shivers in the absence of cold
The things you never said are unforgettable
Those words, tattooed across broken bones
And flowing through torn veins.
They have left their mark.
And…
marry jane is my best ease (:
I wanted clean lines
for my dearest love,
but my hair slid past
our words, twined like
twin grass in spring.
He kissed the sand
inside my eyes and
erased my doubt with
hands that didn’t rhyme.
