| his mouth is my mouth. and we share broken thoughts. in languages we don't really understand. always confusing the meaning. until we forget what we even meant. conjugating charts blur across our lips so we lay like sentences in mixed formation, never quite knowing what we've said. i want, you want, we want. ich will, du willst, wir wollen. for the other's beautiful face to never change, like the leaves frozen in ice. but june will come and rip us from our embrace. and take the girl, destroyed, back to the sun. with empty hands. just as she came.
alone
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| i meet a boy last night who had the saddest eyes and sweetest smile and somehow that made me feel guilty for all the people i've hurt
including you
the world is so big and cold and i'm just another one of the people shes fucked
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| i had a brother once. he drowned in a bathtub before he ever learned to talk.
padraic my prince,
i have all but died from the sheer weight of my shame
I can't see his eyes through the fog
or hear his words through the traffic
just bright smudges of white light
and the train's roar.
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| nothing is sacred. no one is pure. there is no such thing as love. honesty is a lie. and we all die.
don't even try and kid yourself.
'cause you're only a kid yourself.
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| we made beauty in a forest
but i wouldn't have it
i did what one must do
i ripped it out
and i didn't look
so the only thing that ever saw it was the ground
the trees watched in horror
they called out for me to stop
but i by then i couldn't remember my own name
and worried for the girl they warned
the dirt was soft. and cold.
and followed behind me home when he didn't
a dark reminder, she thought
i can't, she can't, understand his words
they crumble together
onto the leaves. and make things they both understand
mouths and hands and naked backs
and then it's over. and
her hands are dirty
with mud or blood and she's sorry
sorry.
that things must die so others may live
tegel wald
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