lazynachos

come find me where i hide i'll be hangin' out with the suicides i don't wanna die myself but i like it on their shaky shelf we talk about dark things sad things selfish things bad things [they don't love anything] [i think i love them] we talk about raw things sore things bad luck and shitty things [they think no-one loves them] [but i do] they don't want love without drama sweeping epics and a suit of armour mundane life ain't bright anymore their screens make them forget what their eyes are for so i don't ever tell them how i feel i don't even pretend i'm real [is anyone?]

i cliche you is it a crime to say i love you so many times? she asked and i said - there are worse crimes committed in the name of humanity love's a lovely form of insanity we're unhealthy, codependent oprah would never approve we don't care, we just grin and turn back in to the language that we use size matters love isn't a big enough word for this planet time doesn't stretch like it should to morph around that heart, this mind and lives are never long enough to be more than dramatic the sun is rarely kind and lovers beg the moon instead to stroke their skin with feathers and remind the gods on their behalf to write a mor