Even death has a heart.
Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.
Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to
museums, and parks, and monuments,
and kiss you in every beautiful
place, so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting me
like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most
beautiful way possible.
And when I leave
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people.
She was like the wilted flowers. Beautiful, yet slowly dying.
the next time you have your coffee black
you will taste the bitter state he left you in.
it will make you weep but you will never stop drinking you’d rather have the most darkest parts of him, than be left with none.
Nostalgia is a
that insists things
than they seemed.
She calls my name as shelter, not realizing I am the storm.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence.
one day when you wake up in tears,
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i want to be the one by your side
to tell you
“it’s okay, it was just a dream.
I would die for you. But I won’t live for you.
Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.