Her body is entirely new and unexplored with bones painfully sharp, and tiny almost slender hands. She has asthma but smokes anyways no matter how many times I plead to her after a dreadful coughing fit, and despite her appearance, she is anything but fragile and knows it.
After three years of being her best friend and six months of being her fuck-buddy I had never seen her cry until I stopped by her apartment, littered with chipped coffee mugs and destroyed canvases, and found her curled up like she wished to fold into herself;...
If I had a stick right now I’d shove it through the middle of your apology just like we did with the marshmallows at your brother’s summer bonfire and hold it over an open flame roasting away its insincerity while flecks of guilt and lies flake off and fall to the bottom of the embers, sitting among the remnants of my foolishly glowing trust.
R.I.P Callum William Sellwood ( My darling best friend)
You came around and made my seasons change You came around, we held hands and shared the pain You came around and we’d wipe each others tears away We fought this battle together, and now solo I’ll do the same The way you spoke, you could ease me without words And now you're gone it makes me toss and turn Your memories come around, and make sure that it hurts They make sure that it hurts When you're away But up among the stars I know that you’re safe and sound and you still lift me up Oh darling You lift me up You’d come around and light up...
I'm starting to get sick Of not feeling alive. Cemeteries are not the only places, the dead go. And sometimes your ghosts Live in your own backyard. On the days I feel miserable I sit for hours composing My own epitaph ” Here are the remains of a young girl. Died; a long time ago Stopped breathing: Age 17” I know you are getting tired of all my bad days But please understand Sometimes I need to destroy myself Just to feel alive.
1. I am a tornado in rough skies I tend to destroy. 2. Our first night together We were both sinking from the weight of drunken sorrow 3. My box of razors is next to your box of pills Neither of which help us 4. We met due to our mutual love towards our loneliness 5.You like painting the town red I much prefer taking my demons to bed.
I shouldn't hate you For you have taught me What hurt is physically. You mantled a smile To teach the definition of lies 'Oh you wore it so crookedly. When I was 9 you treated me Like a daddy should only treat mummy. You taught me how to fear. So when the night turned cold And my bruises ached Your name would burn, and warm my tears.
My skin so innocent Silently pleads for adoration. A kiss from its owner, a comforting stroke similar to that of a hug. A simple reminder, that everything’s okay.
Sadly it is a rarity, for these actions to occur.
My hand so fragile shakes seemingly effortlessly. Unsteady rhythmic beats of my heart, put me into a state of disquiet. Alone and vulnerable, I linger in the corner, It’s my mind against my heart, and my heart is winning.
Finding comfort in things beneficial is almost impossible for me.