there's no such thing asthey met during the death of a party, of all the poetic places. more people were leaving than arriving, and it was becoming apparent four a.m. was just too late for some people. not these people. she was a peroxide princess, flipping her bleached hair over one shoulder and popping her hip. she was sipping on a cloudy lemon drop, licking her lips lucidly. he was watching static slide across a broken lcd screen, a long crack running down the middle of the picture. he was wearing dark raybans that covered his eyes; the frames a partially translucent cheetah print, but you could only see it if you were looking real close. he was taking slow dragsthere's no such thing as
maybe i'm always wrong.try.maybe i'm always wrong.
try to believe that our skin will touch and that our words will retreat into our mouths simply since there will be nothing left to say because maybe we'll just know what the other is thinking. and i'll try to pretend that i'm not sleeping with what-if's and what-the-hell-am-i-doing's tucked under my pillow and stained on my tongue. i'll let go of my every other second doubts if you could let your fingers find mine. you could make the nights a little warmer if the distance between our heartbeats was a lot closer.
try. try to believe that our veins will intertwine and i will attempt to inhale all your exhales so i
002. --l o v e002. --l o v e
love is nothing and we are
nobody, just adolescent trash. our blood alcohol content is half a point higher than our gpa, but honestly that's not saying much.
touch your eyes and smile, we aren't anything. depression is
just a word they can slap onto us and claim they've found the malfunction, they've found our quirk, but secret glances from across the table destroy their proclaimations. we're not fixed. we are not toys to be tinkered with. you don't know what's best for us, please stop lying.
this silence plays at my superficial insecurities
but i won't admit
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fingers in the blackbird pie
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raphael does photography, too!
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raphael does photography, too!
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