|It does not matter how slow you go, as long as you do not stop.|
glazedthere are these times when i hear your voice. its always on a busy street or crowded platform and i spin round searching frantically for the source before realising you are gone and there's no getting you back. i missed the last train home.glazed by killingmoonx
you used to talk with an alcohol laced tongue and co-proxamol glazed eyes. a lethal combination that failed you, always failed you.
3 yearsthose are the nights you can really feel the cold.3 years by killingmoonx
its not the shivering, goosebumps, chattering teeth cold. its staying awake for hours huddled to one corner of the bed with your arms frozen tight over your heart, terrified it could stop. it reminds you that it's nearing three years to the day and you have forgotten how he smelt.
it is the way your stomach drops when you awake to find that you can't remember the way he looked when he slept or the way his eyes glittered when he smiled. you know they glittered, but you just can't picture it anymore, you know?
danger of deaththere are those moments when you touch medanger of death by killingmoonx
and electric shocks run through my legs, i swear.
the moments when the whole world seems to just slow down and it's only you, smiling in that dazzling way that you do, such a cliche. then i speak and ruin it. i always ruin it.
i can almost see glass cracking as i realise that i've done it again. you run out of patience, of words, of kisses. my heart drops. it takes years of apologies, the amount of times i've said sorry, sorry, sorry baby, sorry.
don't worry. don't worry or just no reply at all.
what am i even apologizing for? why am i sorry? i've no idea. you just like to hear it. you love knowing that whatever you do, whatever happens, i'll pick up the smashed glass, regardless of the cuts on my palms and the tears on my face and the pain in my heart. i'll miss you and run straight back.
there are moments when you touch me
and 1000 volts of electricity runs through my head.
danger of death.
skylineshe had wind in her hair and the skyline in her eyes,skyline by killingmoonx
but she also had dirt in her nails and fire on her tongue,
and her liver was slowly rotting away.
she opened her eyes as if it required great effort, like getting up after an extremely heavy fall. no one ever noticed the way she gazed at the horizon as if it were an achieveable dream. she would fly there, someday, and nobody would follow and then people would realise and then they'd all be so, so sorry.
somebody calls her name and it drags her home. she smiles but it's distant, translucent. a memory she cannot recall. he continues to chat animatedly in her direction, she continues to stare blankly at the horizon. he never even saw the cigarette burned skin and the black circles beneath her vacant, stormy eyes.
she was a runaway train. a terrible, tragic accident.
she forgot how to fly when it was far too late.
look at the clouds todaywhen i met you, i stopped writing. i also stopped waking up to a face full of post it notes saying things like its bad luck to see the woman before the driving test, or my house smells like apple cider and bluebottles have eyes, or i've got static in my arms. i stopped feeling sorry and i stopped falling down the stairs. i noticed the stars at night could have a story and you could have taken the ocean and put it in your eyes. i also stopped writing.look at the clouds today by vampire-zombie
when i met you, i stopped trying to be a nice person and just was. when i met you, i discovered post it notes and then i couldn't use them. i realised my house was not just a picture of a house and that your silence is so loud and my loud is so quiet. when i met you, i stopped writing and i cut star shapes into my blanket because i couldn't reach the sky, even with a ladder.
when i met you, i traced the map of your bones and filled my hands with yours because i stopped writing. i also stopped walking backwards because i noticed that i coul