+ pretty much my favorite thing ever +

+ GHOULS +

we all recognize/
that i'm/
the problem/
here/

+ i just want what's real +

i want to build a home for myself.
i want it built by my own fingers.

they dug up
her frail
body
and found her
heart -
a note
paperclipped
to it.

"i just want what's real."

the young boy
who cleared the
last
of the soil
covering her skin
couldn't have been more than 21.

frames flashed before his eyes
and she was there and he was there and
all of it,
everything,
it was
all
there.
smiles and tears and death and
bones.
so many bones.

ivory keys
pitter pattered in the
hot wind
and he whispered to her,

"i'll build a home.
for you. for me."

he unclipped the
note,
knowing it would decay
within weeks, months.

she was
inside
of him, now -
that boy.

"hold onto me."

her whispers
rode his
senses
like the sweetest
and purest
of love sessions.

nothing was more real.

infinity
saved
her
and
put
her
soul
to rest.

+ i love you, but you're bringing me down +

Like a death of the heart
Jesus, where do I start?

But you're still the one pool
Where I'd happily drown

+ always too late +

i know i shouldn't be writing you.
i can't help it.

i'm so fucking sad.

i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you.

i'm trying everything in my power to stop myself from writing to you - i don't have the strength....i don't have it.

infinity is extending.
these walls i built -
they're breaking,
crumbling,
down.
you're in
LOVE
with cleopatra.
this heart's
in the dungeon
of the past.
of the future.
of the present.

please don't hate me for writing you.
i wish i could hear you.
i wish i could just feel your hand leading me
one last time.

i should've fucking told you to stay.
i ruined everything.
I RUINED EVERYTHING.

i'm so fucking sorry, my sweet.
i'm so sorry.

+ to a bond +

i like how you swim/
you do it with ease/
then an oar came down/
struck that water/
bad luck struck us down/

+ if you want to know anything about me +

i am
sick
of writing for
people
who are
worthless and
made up of
no morals.

your gingerbread house
is made of sugar
and will
rot away
when the next
rain comes.

enjoy your death.