this is heavily inspired by @taladepth on instagram, she is sososo sweet and has an a+ aesthetic
summers are for being nocturnal and angsty
kids with mossy hands and
rubber bands wander foggy roads with
pride in their pockets
i listen to the rhythm of
my heart against
your hair.
always
my lips upon
your fingernails,
kissing away
the backfired words.
i am fearing that
your porcelain hands
will shatter under
his words
my green ones
only recollecting the
broken pieces left behind
losing
my sense of self worth
still in pursuit of
something i know will only lead
to glass eyes and blue smoke
neon lights beneath
my eyes
and my skull behind
my hands,
i can only be terrified of the ineffable silence behind
my voice,
because nights like this only bring
bad memories and pretty pictures
december eight twothousandsixteen
