tyrants

sea shells

on new year's eve i tried swallowing twelve grapes for the twelve seconds preceding midnight for good luck, except i was too slow and took the last one on the thirteenth

so maybe i started out with a bit of bad luck but i'm hoping you're going to change that, won't you?

the sunrise is swelling on my tongue - and i think it's alternatively known as the little feeling called hope - and it is hot and searing against my lips, bleach against my teeth, maybe in a bad way but i'd just like to take the risk

if all i can say is if
promise me you'll never forget the taste of my skin

a figment of my imagination i have dredged up from the fissures in my soul - i wonder if you'll breathe the heartache out of my bones?

i've never been the type to lie, but i think i might have just started tonight

my head is pounding to the rhythm of my own heart beat, and in my head you're all angel sighs and breath taking eyes, and i've chewed the words i plan to say to you into my cheeks, in case your halo didn't convince me to sear them into my mind

the cerulean flowers in your eyes caught their color from the tides/ your hair was the color of a fading summer daydream
the clouds were coming down/ the sea crushing kisses against your cheeks
you thought you knew me then/i thought you never did