They say a relationship won’t save you, but I am still a social animal, falling prey to silly things like a need for validation
Tag Archives: love
28- Am I worth it
If I just find one being to treat me nice, that would be enough, right? So why do I have to go on
Pocket of Rage
Sorry, sorry, my bad, I don’t have the words for why. Make a mistake break a cake freak out and shout end the tear duct drought stab Gacks and slay racks, I’m so angry I could just cry the whole time.
2- from this feeling
Examine, Isabel, why you removed yourself from all this feeling. Isabel, Clarissa, sitting in a tree, best pals forever, don’t you see, first leave family then hurt friends then earn witch names on a graduation stand. First comes love, then comes terror, then comes capture at a dark school no one’s ever heard of.
Can You Feel It in the Air Tonight
oh darling, there’s something in the air tonight, and it’s
Seizing Sunlight
Planet of mine, I don’t know why we speak like you can hear us and answer in our tongue–we are the children of your dirt who haven’t touched home in generations, we are the choir of your winds,
Mannequin at Midnight
Wooden eyes don’t cry solid hearts don’t ache but I’m no mannequin without will to move my hands
It’s late, love
It’s late, love, and I can’t sleep. I should sleep though, should go, the clock is ticking to tomorrow and I know the slow explosion of exhaustion will drag me down eventually. I mean, I’m sorry, I should sleep, should take myself down before the grenade does, but I can’t lie, tomorrow morning I’ll be pulling myself late out of bed either way. So I’m still awake.
Before the Storm
“If you stand for nothing, you will fall for anything” might be why I fall for your glow every time I walk into a room, hello, sunshine, the seasons are in bloom but I’m terrified of what lurks deep below, will you take my hope in the dead of night and marry her to theContinue reading “Before the Storm”
For Your Sake
I can take it. I can take all the hailstorms and the lightning and the caterpillars eating my leaves. I can prove it, I can be the softest, most emotionally vulnerable saint you have ever seen, I will care about every soul who crosses my path and hand out compliments and be kind to everyone.
I’m sorry, no you can’t, you are mortal
