Let's grow flowers on the ceiling love, I'll let you sink your bleeding palms into my pool full of sorrow as you wipe the pain from your face and dig into my insecurities, I'll end my long standing relationship with rest to be your bloodshot seven in the morning punching bag. I'll let you be the thought in my head as I sip the bittersweet words you string on cheap old thread that you've made out to be hand spun gold, for all I want is to feel the warmth of love even if it's not love at all, the illusion is enough to keep my yearn at bay as I cry silent tears and bleed under my stary eyed hopes. Please break my heart for it fuels me to love you harder it's a crash I'd love to have wrapped around my throat, give me a reason to suffocate my love
YOU ARE READING
The Boys That Never Loved Me Back.
AcakSo basically it's a super lame tumblry book I want to publish later in life but I probably won't so it's A book I'll never publish It'll be good I promise (It's a book full of poetry,ideas, and stories.)
