life in a song
your heartbeat is the melody i need and your words are the perfect lyrics to fit.
i must be dreaming
If God made anything better, he kept it for himself
HOW DO I GET TO HEAVEN?
you said we needed to leave. i asked if we could stay for just a minute longer. you said okay.
you are rest. see you on the other side.
(via thejournalclub)
poet’s wish
I need you to hold my hands again and rub the blue bruises until they fade into skin as soft as the words i write for you.
“pray tell, how does my ghost look like to you? I’ve always wanted to be perfect.”
patchwork blanket
I’m left alone to sew back torn pieces of the pretty patchwork art you gave me before you tore it all apart.
wartime
I used to think we were fighting against the world, but I’ve come to realize the cold wars were always between us.
is that not living? being so close to death, you paint it on your own skin.
Desireé Dallagiacomo - “Sink”
I’m sorry to be a bother but have you seen this girl?
You’re gently tracing your thumb on my palm lines as if they are map borders, and I look into your eyes like they are sign boards I need for directions on a foreign highway. We were both looking for something out there in the world, and we found each other instead.