last year a shakey handoff (at best) constantly choosing between life and sleep haven’t slept in years when i do; my dreams were a gothic spinoff love interest played by wednesday. black and white lens for thee ending send-off all black molotov (for those who couldn’t be here) with fireworks and a rip off.
Tag: Honest
Nine lives
infinite amount of chances just gotta take more he told me that before he passed he said you never know what is a bullseye until you shoot.
for twelve
just living a false dream someone elses somedays, it’s a cape flying around catching bad guys other days, it’s a noose holding me still gasping for another way out; someone else’s dream like a torch bearer we only run forward
20-20
ive been writing mostly hiding idk if i like what i see in the mirror but at least i can see
trust
it was easier before- before, everything. they took everything not nailed down but nothing more Precious than my eyes to see you clearly
counterfeit queen
breakin’ Breaking in takin’ what’s outs please stay on all fours youre crazy. why would i stay here this was a dream here once upon a time now youre a rhyje on the dotted line dont bother reading in between you were fine A counterfeit queen.
love VII
worry about it care about it that is love the one i was taught spending time the one i want miles away- want you arms length at max.
day dreamin’
even though we are so far apart my thoughts bring us closer together and now we dance in between the lines and i’d take you home until my next thoughts
a new letter, new address
Dear , did you believe we’d get here all those years i remember us as kids; heading home from school (that’s the first time we kissed) it’s seared into my lips like a memory a memory of younger days and it burns like a bad knee in the rain rainy days bring these memories flooding… Continue reading a new letter, new address
monster under the bed
i have dreams of us they never end well like a horror movie i die first
Saint's Muse 