post-momentum navy blue skies
a photograph of the last breath of everything that dies
(I don't)
and I wait for the dark for it to grow quiet again
to numb where it hurts and how stupid it feels
and you are built different. I sigh.

I tell awful jokes,
I'm the okayest of them all
on every single thing
I ever dreamed to ever touch.
and I feel too big
but they tell me I look young
and I want to be as young as you picture me to be
I want to always be everything you picture me to be
and maybe that's why all my mirrors face me backwards
and my words keep on stumbling,
digressing
(confessing)
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You're wasting so much time on getting wasted I barely see you around anymore.
Same towns, same frowns, identical beds in two empty rooms. I won't ask where you've been and I'll act like it's fine. It's fine.
There's a fine line instead of the wall we once shared and I don't complain anymore. It's fine. I'll rebuild my wardrobe like I rebuild my ( Read more... )

I don't like the way long days spread before me before I even get to live them. so threatening. the exhaustion of the unknown.
there isn't nearly enough wind in this town, and the subways always feel the same, even the older trains. well, I keep on listening to the same old sad songs on repeat anyway. anyday. Thursdays.