â°ââŽMUSE AESTHETIC .
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the softest palms that never want to touch you until after a bottle of wine. / â just braid your hair if you wonât brush it, at least, you useless girl. â / pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. / â youâll get it done before the day is up. â / guilt that isnât yours to have. / itâs a crooked game, but itâs the only one in town. / chains. / â how could you do this to me? â / the sharp sting of guilt. / you feel something even though youâre paid to do the opposite. / the family you never had. / falling backwards through time. / quicksand. / drowning, but you donât save yourself. / â youâre getting better. â / â they smile like a snake.â / youâre the stars and the sky. / thereâs a part of you that couldnât stay away even if you were forced to. / they are your wings, thereâs no doubt there. / â letâs take off somewhere. letâs fly. â / you edge a bit too close to the sun. / another ghost to take your place after every stumble. / deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun. / rock candy melting in water. / waves rise and leave the foam behind. / the precipice you call home has a tip youâll reach eventually. / happiness is the best front a man can take. / â iâve never seen someone as beautiful as you before. â / you disagree; heâs more beautiful. / discomfort at the tiniest of touches. / the sky opens up when you see them. / rain comes down. / poppy fields. / your sanity hanging by a thread. / â oh god, what have you done? â / roommates werenât supposed to be the smartest ones of all. / theyâve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. / you try to help, but it only got worse. / now theyâre dead, itâs all your fault.
adam & eve in the garden. / a temptress in crisp button-downs. / â fuck, youâve gone off the deep end, havenât you? â / they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. / the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. / sugar and spice and a taste for the dark side. / yves saint laurent black opium on your pillow, a scented cloud drifting behind you like a cape. / crisp green apples piled up on the table. / your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. / what a pretty one, they say. / you laugh without humor. / a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. / thereâs a place youâll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. / the seat of power fits like a glove. / heavy is the head that wears the crown. / you share a space, but not a mind. / they think you are weak; you are, maybe. / â what are you going to do with all of these pills? â / an empty birdâs nest. / broken pencil tips. / thereâs an empty paper in front of you that youâll never fill. / â we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. â / â they werenât there when it happened. â Â / corruption. / thereâs a red string tying you together. / the scent of whiskey on the horizon. / â youâre the best friend iâve ever had. â / pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. / 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. / you try to lift your head up, but itâs so much effort. / always walking on sunshine. / thereâs a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you canât be bothered. / hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. / you drift, but you know where youâre going. / no one has any dirt on you because youâre infinitely spotless. / the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. / court hearings. / â i miss you. â / siblings are a funny thing. / they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. / blackbird screaming / you still wake in nightmares. / are you an illusion? / you donât feel real. / who is in control? / â like you like me like corpses. â / and all the choirs in my head sing. / itâs the laughing, itâs the laughing, itâs the laughing. / they tell you to put out your hand; you hesitated. / youâll always be a protagonist but you wonât always be the hero.
thereâs a thousand eyes watching your every move in the darkness. / masks upon masks upon masks; secrets piling up until all the exits are blocked. / with all your hiding, does anyone know who you truly are? / do you? / five seconds, four, three, two â you feel adrenaline surge through you. / the look on their face is every definition of ânoâ; youâre still going to do it. / â whatâs worse, dying or being caught? â / you still donât know the answer. / â youâd never hurt me. â and yet you just might. / wings clipped to the flesh to prevent escape. / youâll still find a way out. / someone else slipped in and took their place. / thereâs a grin on your face and a bad idea in your head. / youâll agree every time they try to tear you down.
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