

pass my lipsshe told me this is a secret; she told me secrets are statements only to pass by lips once and they land in the others ear never to reach the air again.pass my lips


a retrace of our time2:45 PM; when i was never going to see you again i made a request to the air that somehow we would be re-reuniteda retrace of our time
10:22 PM; those last moments before i let go were the ones where i could finally, clearly, hear your breathing but i couldn't tell if you were just nervous or if you were afraid of losing your excuse to feel so tortured.
3:47 PM; i let you show public displays of your affection because i didn't mind them seeing how different we truly appeared together by being just slightly apart.
4:28 AM; i spent those last minutes of my waking hours analyzing wha


lost moments and wasted timei had a reoccurring dream where i kept on visiting the place where i met you the realization that i only feel safe if the people i'm with don't ask questions i know that i should have said everything i told myself out loud for you to hear if i spend my time thinking about what i want to do instead of taking chances one day i'll wake up from my dream and see that i'm stranded in lost moments and wasted time.lost moments and wasted time


historythere's no explaining why i'm like this i started to realize that just because you want something to happen doesn't mean the dreams were meant to come true and history repeats itself because you can't expect to get answers if you don't ask any questionshistory
once you told me that sometimes it's easier to talk about it but i just ended up disappointing you because i can't put my mind to mouth that's the point when i started to pretend we were only young so i could go on a made up adventure that i created out of strings and buttons one rainy day
i wonder how we e


delicate...My room is a danger zone, off limits, radioactive. My mother never passes through the doorway. She knows that if she sets foot on the gray carpet, she will have to see me. She knows if she sees me, she will see the scars. She will see that my hips are too wide and my wrists are disgusting. She will see the bottles on my bookcase that are filled with promises that haven't come true and lies that bounce around in my head, reminding me that I am a stupid little girl and I am always wrongwrongwrong. I have been broken before but she will not see the stitches that put me back together after they stuffed my ribcage full of forget-me-nots and coaxeddelicate...


we...we only remember the nights we liedwe...
and whispered and swore to change the
world and change lives and change us
but we have never gotten around to it.
i kept your secret and that makes me uncomfortable because even these kinds of secrets are beautiful
when they pass through your lips.
you built your world with holes because
you are all about escaping and she was
too passionate to contain. and you only
remember the way she would smile.
she never felt as light as she did
when she forgot to breathe. .
--
'I caught Evil Mark licking his stapler.'
:]
--
Cry with me, Ill dry your tears with my
Dishtowel soul and maybe
Hope might visit at your doorstep
With a basket full of babys breath,
And that soft smile
Mothers get when they watch
Children sleep.
~a. l. h.
Previous PageNext Page