Fuck off, like you're the only person that has ever cried or been broken by love.
where's that girl I once knew?
her illustrations paint a picture.
now her dirty tears bleed.
i've been looking for something so give it to me because I collect hearts
and yours is mine sweet thing.
now the flowers bloom in june lay at the grave of our final eve.
fade from me with september sunsets and run away with my heart.
these memories still hang over my head like a halo,
but not will this angel watch over my shoulder.
how long will I hide behind this pen and how long will you wait for me.
I guess until the ink runs out.
<3 she's lost in jaded memories.