alex.

lex / alex. girl blogger , lana del rey fan obvi, wlw

poem writer / song writer / artist

Like chemicals being plastered onto the things we eat, sleep and see

If there were legalized lobotomies

Id go get one every week of my life, to suffice the need for therapy

And by then, you'll know not to leave another broken

If we pass each other in the street, I won't be provoked

Because if you saw me now you'd raise faster than fundraisers for low income schools

Can't believe I let you get that close

I knew from the second I saw you, I'd be in your arms

And without a doubt, I slipped out between your fingers and palms

Back into a slumped state called depression; silent foreplay

Carefully placing the nail pieces in brail that spell

“I love you”

Beyond her eyes

Attentive soul that was sent to show the

Interesting techniques that love

Last, even if you ignore it

Everywhere

Everytime

We build a house with the budget of four thousand, with determination that shifts the value

Of everything that this amounts to

Am I underdressed for this exile of my existence

Carved into warrant just because I did something

Let alone, left alone. You have no place or no space

In your heart to turn announcement to an awful displacement

Creating reckless decisions to figure out how id get here

Kismet of a final form, knocking on my door

Nobody's home, you've returned way to many times

To claim this as your shelter

Promise consistency 

you flutter your eyes toward the nearest requite and feast off of them.

your leather of a body doesn't stretch, so you gather more fabric until it's torn, thrown into a goodwill basket.

but you're too witty to ignore your eyes; the mouth that'll be overheard.

don't you love how hating yourself sounds? you make it sound like another person, just to avoid facing the 'you'

all year around.