did you know
your fucking fingertips
taste like acid
on my skin and
your smile sounds
like a car crash
did you know
the way you look
not really at me
but over me
when i'm telling you
about how i need you
feels like fire down my
throat
did you know
you killed
me?
redemption in angels' tears by poetically-injust, literature
Literature
redemption in angels' tears
flutter by butterfly
soften my world and
lay glass underneath my eyelids
so i can dream through a kaleidescope
and see the world for something more
beautiful than it is.
kiss my fingertips, sun.
did you know
your fucking fingertips
taste like acid
on my skin and
your smile sounds
like a car crash
did you know
the way you look
not really at me
but over me
when i'm telling you
about how i need you
feels like fire down my
throat
did you know
you killed
me?
redemption in angels' tears by poetically-injust, literature
Literature
redemption in angels' tears
flutter by butterfly
soften my world and
lay glass underneath my eyelids
so i can dream through a kaleidescope
and see the world for something more
beautiful than it is.
kiss my fingertips, sun.
You know how they say there are moments in life, exact moments, where you make the decisions that determine the rest of your existence? And during these moments, you're fully aware that your life, from then on, depends on the choice you make? Well, that's a load of crap. That fateful ninety-degree midsummer day after second grade, I woke up in my power ranger pajamas with no clue whatsoever that hanging out with Riley Thomson, the new kid from down the street, was going to change my life forever.
Now, it wasn't like I'd wanted to hang out with Riley. In fact, I thought he was weird, just like I did
yah so, i feel i should write something.
um.
i have a lot of things i want to say but no time to say them. so i write them down. and here they are.