Unzip my veins
and all that’s left is
and enough red wine
to pour for lip-stained
glasses sitting in memories
wondering why—just why.
Unzip my veins
life has been amazingly phenomenal these past few weeks. i don’t even know where to start. senior year is looking pretty joyful. to the end of something great, to the start of something even greater. :)
I feel dead
like a yellowing rose
stuffed between pages
written with the judgement
no room to breathe
flatten to crisp dust.
You came home from a long night of liquid
courage and watercolored freedom,
reeking of corpse thoughts and condolences.
with Intentions and temptations blurred like
a beautiful sunset, you settle into the coffin
consequences of your yesterday-night decisions—
the half-naked man lying next to you nothing more
than a wax candle meant to burn women
into black ashes with his fire kindle—
lust can indeed be too blinding, too binding
for any human being with a heart coursing
lonely through its corridors.
Regret, like an old friend, visits your lungs
and washes out all the booze and fragments
of others—all the dark matter you stole just to make
been feeling depressed for a while now. i don’t know why but every little thing has been striking me personally. i want to cry at the most random times. this week has been draining.
sometimes you speak
as if the sound of
rain against windows
was the only language
Hi there, my name is Kim and I want to give myself a project for a year.
I want to send a handwritten letter a day. To whom? You guys!
So, all you need to do is reblog this post for a handwritten letter. I’ll write to you, and maybe draw a doodle of something cute for you (fair warning, I’m no…
Doing It Wrong—Alysia Harris and Miles Hodges
I wish I could share this with someone. I mean, this kind of talent makes me want to squeal and fangirl for an hour straight.