Look at all these words she spits on paper All this screaming, all this incurable desperation She doesn’t want to, but she sees no other way to release herself from her hunger, her pain & ponder To extricate herself from the hopelessness & emptiness that keeps her hostage She stays haunted by the rose-coloured past [...]
Maybe you were worried about the miles, just like me & although I knew the heartless reality, was enough to hold back the both of us, I was willing to cross worlds, because of my love, for you, but I couldn’t tell if you’d do this too
You got me a little drunk, but I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or me drowning in the love, I knew I couldn’t give to you, but nonetheless tried to.
& with every piece of herself she gave to the world, she lost herself a little more, until she was completely offshore
I’m slightly relieved it’s getting harder to reminisce the feeling of your presence, the leniency of your lips & the enchanting subtlety of the revulsive motion of your body. I fail to remember, which makes it a little more facile to forget about you, the way you did about me.
Maybe you could love me if I’d be a little less sad, a little more daring, a little less living in my head Maybe you could love me if I drank a little more & wore a little less
"Primrose hill holds all my secrets, my dreams and my demons I can’t visit too often, for I get overwhelmed by all my feelings But every once in a while, I go back and with that I go back in time I let the memories wash over me, while I try to fix these broken [...]