(no subject)
she wasnt intrested in finding out what was wrong. in the eyes of the ones she loved she saw everything she'd ever want to be. there was never a clean divide. in times she thought there was, had always been the times she'd thrown herself bareskinned and backwards. what she wanted always escaped. untill she dreamt that escaping was what weighed her down in moments she felt most alone.
was it the preassure in her chest.
her painted eyes.
that never contained what she wanted to believe in.
and her choices started to become her nightmares.
her love seemed to dissolve.
all she wanted was to know that she deserved to be awake.
that in the hues of the horizon she would see her life.
it was good to make mistakes because she never felt like she was trying.
was it the preassure in her chest.
her painted eyes.
that never contained what she wanted to believe in.
and her choices started to become her nightmares.
her love seemed to dissolve.
all she wanted was to know that she deserved to be awake.
that in the hues of the horizon she would see her life.
it was good to make mistakes because she never felt like she was trying.