the EFF WORDPressing against the
space inbetween your
say to me
And, I swear to god,
if you fall and I miss
yell into outer space.
you knowthere you are, standing in the middle of traffic with your
voice crying out just how much you enjoy the sound of
hearts breaking over the sound of the city blaring in the
air. I can no longer stand these street lights, glaring blue
electric against the sky as I have to fucking watch you-
What in heaven's name are you doing?
Leave my name out of your mouth and spare me.
the feeling that you get when your blood turns into
stringing letters, hanging about your lips so cleverly
as you take my spine and turn it into your personal
ladder, climbing up to bring me down and showing
me just how good of heart surgeon you really are.
you are nothing but a;;
get over how much you make me shudder.
`low electric is the feeling you get when you
take a person and turn them into something
they do not want to be - an absolute fool.
fivethousandseventyeightit's impossible to be in love with the storm
held against bones beneath your lips, your
atmosphere chilled with technicolor romance.
I see the skylights - flashing in your eyes and
covered in my Summer. fold your paper wishes and
press them to my windows, I promise the night
won't stain with awkward fingerprints.