justlistenonce

Now that you've heard her side of the story, He says with ivory spikes in his irises, How do you feel about my side? I mean, He coughs up a little bit of liquor, a little bit of pain, I mean, how do you feel about what I've done? He looks down and to side, knowing you can't resist his sly smile, I bet it'll all just pass in time. I haven't done anything permanent. He adjusts his robe and grunts under his breath, the smell of cool alcohol pouring down the neckline of your shirt. Lets go somewhere private, He says as a question but means as a statement. It's hard to resist his sloppy gaze and tight side smile, but you think you kno

she always seems to love the boys born in July, the soft pelvis wishes she has mixed with the wolf calls; howling from the bedroom at twelve o' clock in the morning with her face pressed against the covers hoping for some safety in the arms of some sweet boy she met less than seven hours ago. she always loves those Leos' lions prowling her skin like a savanna, pouncing and tearing and ripping; she dreamt of becoming a lion, sleeping in the sun and nuzzling soft snouts. she used to dream of riding upon a lion, the majestic beast like Aslan from a dreamland. now, they ride her. she always loved him, those things he said with

Your jaw line is like an inky thread in my notebook. The cuts that you give me are bleeding through my jeans, the blue is leaking into my skin and telling me to become a sea and be gone for good and let go of your perfect face that is etch-a-sketched into my flawed, imageless, imagination. I know I will be disappointed when the scars disappear into my disgusting skin. Even the shiny, metallic marks will turn into bland, chalky paper. I will have nothing to show for my burned and wasted efforts. They used to remind me that I survived through something painful with my eyes even if I was weak in my brittle bones. My blood wil

"Fuck," he said, eyes flat and smooth, "I died young." "You wasted your life, you know," she said quietly, "You haven't been that great." "Well." He pulled her into a close embrace and stared at the fire that was eating the walls. She let him hold her again, letting the sloppy tears of a sloppy second roll down her face  and into her mouth. Just a quickly, though, he dropped her waist. He learned to let her go when she got too close. He figured that she would love him more if he didn't love her. "What does this make us?" She said with a light, feathery breath, as if a dove was haunting her lungs. "Stop trying to be so fuc

don't be so full of it. you're just a memory.

I only ran from your words 'cause they meant too much. Reminded me of his face, places that he touched. I'm weak, see this shabby heart? I call it my home. He turned into a lion, told me that I shone. I never thought that you would, I built my own cast. I'm eating my own fingers, dancing in the grass. Taste buds aligning with your double sided cat. And I know you died so young, but I was so ill. With illusions inside of a magic bird kiln. It's your body in the wake. Shame that you are dead.

i left it out in the spring rain, soggy wet, while we talked and met, i left it breaking down in all the wrong places. i left it out to dry in the sun, middle of summer, while we kissed over my birthday, i left it smoldering and burnt like a match. i left it out carelessly in the winter, while i tried to call you over and over again, not caring if you had 23 missed calls from me, maybe then you would notice. i left it to freeze and crunch and melt. i left it out by your doorstep, thinking please, please, take it in. i watched as you stepped on it, blood and liquid squirting from the holes and burns and all the veins i ever had

i saw you. you were the exact same with the same face. the same spots of freckles, the same mannerisms. oddly, you was wearing glasses. who knew why, you always had perfect vision, well, you saw right through me. but i guess that isn't hard. you were parked in this empty lot outside of a camera store. there was icy dew on your windows, so i walked around the car with my finger trailing in the moisture drawing a wavy line to get your attention. you paid no notice to me. as i walked away then, simply out of nowhere, you appeared. and we embraced. at first it was awkward, like two best friends who have become strangers. but

compare yourself to the deers (dear)? your parents left in a flash.