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get out of my heart,
get out of my head.
get out of your clothes
and into my bed.
get out of my head.
get out of your clothes
and into my bed.
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maybe, i'm a metaphor.
it’s like i’m six years old again wrapping my fingers around someone else’s hand. it’s as if i’m lost and i don’t even care to be found. and it’s too bright out and the sun is sparking uncomfortably, igniting our bones under the skin. it’s like i’m sleeping on the sidewalk and it’s leaving indents against the side of my face and the backs of hands. but it won’t matter in the morning since the world is on fire. and all i am is a held breath that won’t put the flames out. or a rain cloud without the silver lining that will pour all this worry away.
it’s like i’m sixteen all
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promise to play this on silent
hello—
just promise me you’re listening.
since once you get used to being ignored for long enough, it’s nice to pretend that you could be something. that you could say something that matters. and that somewhere, someone is listening. and for now, i’ll make believe that you’ll make everything better. that the air will taste like sunshine even though it’s been raining for days. or that my heart isn’t disconnected and that maybe my lips will get the message. or even that for the next two and half minutes you’ll love me.
i’ll make believe.
i’ll make believe you.
i’ll make believe you c
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I hope it's worth it when I'm gone.
I can't even pretend things are simple anymore.
It's raining again, and with every crash of thunder, I miss you more than I can bear. I know it's not worth saying, because really nothing much is anymore, but it doesn't make it any less true.
It's eleven ten on a Friday night, and I'm sitting in the middle of the grass, watching the downpour spill off the roof. My t-shirt is clinging to my ribcage, and my hair is sticking to my face. I can feel the water running down the ridges of my spine, the backs of my hands, clumping in my eyelashes, but still, I don't move. Sometimes, when I can't stand what the world is doing anymore, I allow myself a
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