blueberry-101

Life is about taking chances Looking in someone's eyes And watch how time stands still Is about holding someone's hand And just feel protected Is to feel what you're meant to feel To hurt what you're meant to hurt To save what can't be saved Life is about crying and laughing Life is about greif and love Life is about to be yourself And never let go

You could've been the girl who changed me. I've fallen down and fallen apart enough times that it gets hard to remember, but sometimes I study my scars in the sunlight and trace the patterns back through time. I spend my mornings living in memories, reliving the places I've scuffed myself, and I've found that romance is better in hindsight. Her kisses are sweeter tinged with nostalgia, and it almost feels like I'm whole again when I'm thinking of the dents she put in my pulse and smoothing out the wrinkles she left in my resolve. For a moment, there's equilibrium, but then the sun is setting and I'm disoriented, dropping fragments of myself

i.   take me apart the way a reader would a bookshelf.      tenderly slip graceful fingers along the bumps       and bristles and nooks, sweep your palm along      rigid flesh until it comes away gray with dust.        remove every tome and stack them into a teetering      pile so that their voices clamor together - a sound          like slowly tilting a box full of small bells,      quiet fairy speak that tells of gri

things have been easier without words & we pretend neither of us care; we stutter splutter laughing and choking on puns & when you bend me over nouns i scream louder growl more fluent. the words are there waiting to be spoken me . you . love my dear, we've been mute for so long speak to me.

this is a story of broken pieces letting go feature by feature; shattered pieces, ice rain, and something blacker than sadness turning from snowfall to knives and the scarlet ground that follows. this is about knowing when to stop but never knowing the time. because fingers snap louder in the cold, they shiver and shake, shiver and shake until the tremours turn to bone and you feel it when they break. a century's warning isn't enough to prepare for an earthquake; a thousand years is still a blink when the last sinews split. there is nothing welcome about the open air and how it bites your exposed skin, its teeth sharpen and g