you look like a poem to me

I'll fall asleep to the sound of the rain, because the sound of you leaving is stuck in my brain.

I don't drink my coffee black, or my shoot my whiskey straight, but I inhale your love directly from your veins.

Some of the most beautiful creatures in the world are poisonous, and that's why I refuse to love you.

But that didn't sound like me. Lately, nothing does.

Sometimes the most beautiful thing in the world is; a wall full of graffiti, a half written book, the stretch marks on your hips, and my chapped lips.

I've been awake for hours begging the sun to set again.

I wish your rainy blue eyes would pour on me again.

I'm sorry it's been so long, I've been so busy with school the only things I've been writing about are atomic masses and functional groups, haha. I miss you all, and I hope to write more for you in the coming months. Thanks for sticking through this, I love you all, xoxo.