down-hearted
whiskey, cigarettes
Are you still reading?
And if I die before
awake
half asleep
give a fuck
honest.
passionate love
At this moment
highest highs (Jesus! I can see for miles. And everything is suddenly so fucking clear up here! Poor little people down there...)
and lowest lows
strength
brutal.
fingers crossed
when I'm away from you
comes in pieces
helpless.
bring your own broom and dustpan I can be swept right up
Destroying every bed I've made'
private sanctuary
real world
built up a fortress
only let in what we chose to let in
home
woke up
realized
just how far away
my life
I'll go anywhere.
Yes.
Okay, weird choice, but yes.
I don't know if I can get to.
realize
terribly cryptic
sorry
I’ll keep them still
capacity
love
pain.
ask
intense?
cycles
healing
helped me leave
the last thing
what I wanted,
away
wake up
calling out
surprised
haunted.
pathetic.
all relative
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