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i'm sure that if there was a god / she spent as much time as she could / on you / you're like a greek sculpture / like a painting by monet

i can't linger on your face for too long / although i would much rather spend eternity doing so / the mind is a dangerous place / a destructive place / and i'm sure if i spent long enough looking at you / i would never stop

but how could i forget my past / when you are in it? / you are the moon / and his stars / you are

e v e r y t h i n g

some days i find myself / aching for a tornado to tear off my roof / because some childish part of me hopes you'll fall / right back into my arms / laughing / saying that you don't think you're in kansas anymore

fuck that’s not important / since you left / my brain has been as scattered as the papers on my desk

(scratch that; the flowers are oddly reminiscent of you)

anyways the pain hides away deep in my ribcage / these days i sleep with a dying flower on my pillowcase to see if that keeps the nightmares away / but my lungs take in so much air when the bad dreams come back / that i feel like it’s just going to break my ribs and make me crawl right back to you

of course i can, babe! asdF i love you too, you nerd!! oOf sorry i strayed from the prompt a bit though

you’re sitting next to the boy you’ve had a crush on for years, the coffee he bought for you still warm in your paint-stained hands; he looks sweet and devilish and everything in between, and everything you feel is so warm and soft that you’ve forgotten what ice feels like. the sunday sky is the color of champagne and you begin to think that your life has become something like a troye sivan song.

hey babe!! of course i’ll make a playlist for you! sorry this one took so long - it’s still kind of a work in progress, but i promise i’ll update it as much as i can!! :)

this is for all of the people who look at me like i don’t belong, like i’m not human, like i’m not one of you - don’t be racist. thanks.

but february’s here / rose-tinted cheeks and raspberry glasses / oversized yellow sweaters and tiny little succulents / love as big as her heart and smiles as warm as her eyes / she’s warm and she’s bright and she’s mine

ii. i can’t remember now; am i taking the aspirin for my hangover or for my heartache? either way, i need to figure it out fast because the pain is growing and growing and i don’t think i can handle hurting anymore

iii. but i swear to god that i will forgive you for this - for loving me like it was a chore, for leaving me like it was what i deserved 

iv. does forgiveness really matter now? i could love you through a bullet, a hurricane, god damn it, i could love you through anything; if you shot me i would smile and that’s the worst fucking feeling

the weeks after you left / i left scribbles in the margins of romeo and juliet / hastily scrawled notes / about how love doesn't exist

i've since stopped / but every word i write / still aches for you

i open my eyes / and there's january / telling me that you've never really been hurt / until you've ridden the bus home / heartbroken / somehow i believe her / somehow i fall in love

december leaves gentle bruises on my neck / resembling beauty in reddish hues / he leaves frost on my skin / scarves wrapped around my neck / somehow i fall for it / somehow i fall for him

january whispers gentle praises into my ears / the blush on my cheeks / resembles beauty in pinkish hues / she leaves smiles on my face / peppermint breath as she kisses everything away / somehow i know this is real / somehow i fall for her