i have always felt in such extremes and you are such a soft and messy thing nobody knows how to love you but there's an electricity in my bloodstream that only you can spark
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i have always felt in such extremes and you are such a soft and messy thing nobody knows how to love you but there's an electricity in my bloodstream that only you can spark
wildfire
that's what people do they move on they don't stay in the exact same place and maybe that's why everything feels like it's rushing past me i know i should move i have been stuck here for a long time looking for pieces of you in other people
stuck
you are hard around the edges all the years of not being loved and not loving yourself take a toll but i knew you a smudge on my soul i wanted to love you so much that you forget we are bound by a three dimensional earthly existence
miles
that girl her words sticks to your teeth like bubblegum sweet, sugary chewing, chewing until it loses taste until you're done with it then you spit it out
bubblegum
golden boy how does it feel to burn out in a single breath soaring on a thought that second-hand wings would save you oh, lionhearted boy didn't you know that the ocean weeps for tragedies before it swallows them whole
the flight of icarus
it never ends in poetry it ends then we make it a story we can bear to tell a book, a poem or not at all the blood wasn't always beautiful it used to just be red
so you sit there in his car empty words and louder silences and suddenly this man is just a boy scared and swallowed by raw feelings sea-storm eyes blink away the mess of a beautiful thing that could never be