3:37am

again

I only wish I could pull the sadness out, but the downside is it's translucent skin being pricked and stealing red liquor out of fragile veins
-again
Want to paint everything with the sun, it's crazy yes but it's bright and happy and the unsure just want to scream
-again
Bloody knuckles and bruised knees, is this the revolution or is this my rebellion
-again
Not gonna be rotting away slowly, gonna try to be great. don't forget , you said it'd be ok but my lifeline is made of vines with thorns
-again
We don't talk anymore and I miss you , I wonder if your chest gets tight the same way mine does when you think about me, only my lungs are turning on me and you're healthy and can live
-again
The above mentioned reminded me why the friendship is hard, everyone is living loosely with fun and I'm fighting just to live
-again
I'm not a poem written on mirrors or a napkin , no spur of the moment decision, I'm thought out . I won't be fairy lights and Polaroids, I'm just a mess
-again
I wander more than I should but the only place I get lost is in the catacombs of my heart, apologies again for the accidental blatant blasphemy
-again
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, again.
-FlutterflyK