the-morningsong

1. wash your hair. It’s been 2 weeks since you’ve gotten out of bed. you’re crying too hard for a boy who doesn’t know that when you were born the doctors found stars in your bloodstream.

2. cheap liquor that tastes like peaches and bleach numbs the pain but it leaves you throwing up and I’m not going to hold your hair back so you can drink him down but he’ll come back up and burn your throat all over again.

3. He’s not worth the black outs and shaky hands. Eat something. He’s just a boy who pulled you in too deep. You don’t need him to save you. Get yourself out.

4. Latch your heart shut. save the key for a boy who wouldn’t mind picking the lock and make him give it back when he leaves, you are a hurricane, not a stitched up chest that he can rip open and let bleed every time he’s bored of misses your voice.

5. Wear the dress you wore on your first date with him every night this week. Make new memories in it so you don’t see him every time you open your closet. Leave it smelling like new boys wrapped around you and pretty girls kissing your cheek with red lipstick and cigarettes and city lights instead of him. You don’t fucking need him.

6. A hot bubble bath, tea, chocolate, a blank sheet of paper and paint can fix things for a night. I hope your bedroom becomes an art gallery. I hope you paint the walls and not your skin.

7. I still have love letters from my first boyfriend in the attic. You might not forget him but you sure as hell won’t always miss him. I won’t let you.

8. Sleep on the floor when your bed feels too empty without him. I’ll bring you extra pillows and blankets.

9. I’m sure he’s heart broken over you.

10. No, she’s not prettier than you baby girl, she’s nothing special.

11. I raised you to be the ocean not pools of blood on your sleeves.

12. He is not the same person you fell in love with. He doesn’t need your voice to fall asleep anymore and that’s okay. You’re in love with a stranger now. You don’t know him. He’s not the boy you kissed last weekend. So let him go. You’re not letting go of the boy you fell asleep with 3 months ago. You’re letting go of someone who doesn’t care if you fall asleep crying or not.

13. Don’t let him wipe away your tears. His fingers are razorblades and your cheeks will drip with blood. Don’t let him turn your freckles red.

14. You are the world. He’s lucky that you let him live in you for so long but he hasn’t been paying rent. Kick him out. He doesn’t deserve you.

15. You will find someone else to give yourself to, but not all of you, keep some for yourself.

Things alcoholic mothers tell their dying daughters (via extrasad)
shutupsnitch

shutupsnitch:

Am I the only one that when I start crushing on a guy I keep flip flopping? One minute I think, “Yeah, this kid could like me.” Then the next I’m panicking because I’m thinking, “There is no way on this earth he will ever like me. I am too freaking weird.” Is this normal? I can also barely talk…

charlessajade
Come sleep in my bed and kiss my neck/cheeks and when I start to cry because I am emotionally overwhelmed by how much I feel for you. Just whisper to me that you’ll fucking stay and if I cry even harder.. grab my shaking body, look me in the eyes, and say I’m all you need for all of forever, tell me you love me. Because you’re all I need forever. That night, let’s just get tangled up in each other our first night together. Let the alcohol on my lips pierce through your skin and permanently brand you mine; as your touch leaves burn marks of your fingerprints where you last touched my skin. Let me love you so passionately that you can feel the feelings I was so overwhelmed with consume your soul. Let your eyes roll back, moan my name as I moan yours back. Let’s just melt into one another as we both collapse from the pure adrenaline rush we just gave each other. Let me imprint on you, but let yourself fall into me. Let our love collide and make up the sky to our universe. I want you to be so captivated by the sky above us that I can see the stars in your eyes. I want you to find what we created to be pure beauty, but I want you to notice that I’m too busy looking at you because you’re the real beauty. From the little freckles on your nose, over to the one on your left ear, then all the way down to your matching freckles on your chest, stretching all the way down to your scars on your knees. I am ready to take this journey with you. I am scared, but with you I get a little braver each time. So take your pretty, cold little hand and put it in mine. What do you say?
Ethan Chamblee (via mr-outspoken)
inkskinned

and you said “are you okay” because i was shaking and the insides of my mouth tasted like metal but the truth was i had never been more okay in my whole life because kissing you felt like you’d spooned the stars past my lips but i’m playing it cool so all i say is

"yeah"

when you leave you ask “are you okay” while i still pretend i can feel your body heat as a blanket beside me, an echo warmth from something so strong at the time i remember complaining, i pretend i can still hear your even breath as you sleep soundly against my neck, i pretend it is your arms that are weighing me down and not a crushing sense that i have let something precious just barely slip through my fingers but i’m not a clingy ex so i just say

"yeah"

you kiss her while the moon is kissing my upturned face and making my tears into silver ribbons and you call me out of breath and excited and when you hear how my voice hitches you pause to ask “are you okay” in the same concerned way as if for a moment everything depends on my response to that question and all i can wonder is if she tastes like me if her hair is longer and wavy and if she’s perfected the art of both puns and a perfect smoky eye and if she fits beside you with the same puzzle-piece comfort that i do but good lord the last thing you deserve is my burden so i just clear my throat and say

"i’m okay, yeah"

even though I don’t think i’m gonna be.

And you know, they always say that ‘if you truly love someone, you’ll let them go,’ but it still doesn’t feel right. It’s been a year, and I still keep his voicemails because when I hear him talking to me, I am home.” /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
inkskinned

i’m your safety net,
the girl you don’t take to bed, the one
you play games with and tell me to put my life on hold
waiting for when
you stop kissing meaningless people and come back
ever the conquering hero who just wants to settle down
with that nice next door girl

well fuck you and fuck the horse you rode in on
my mouth is too beautiful to be filled with the ashes
of waiting on your backburner
my mouth is too beautiful to talk around your name
as if it was a shard of glass i hold between my teeth, no,
i’m not your plan in case your life goes south, i’m
way too fucking good for my whole story to be
“one day he’ll figure it out just wait and see”

i’m not yours i’m not i’m my own fucking person
and i have dreams and hopes and aspirations and
they’re all about a million times more important than
sitting around twiddling my thumbs until i’m your special person
because if you can’t get around to loving me now
don’t fucking bother

somewhere out there is a girl with great hair who would
fall for me the moment that our eyes meet or maybe there’s
somebody who starts a conversation in a library and
never wants to leave my side or maybe it’s a boy just like you
but i’m not ever his fucking fallback, i’m his main attraction

so keep it up keep saying you’re in love
because
it doesn’t matter to me
all that fucking much.

Written for my friend who asked for a poem about “your best friend telling you that he loves you and that he’ll always have a crush on you and that he thinks we’ll get married some day but he wont break up with his girlfriend.” /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
inkskinned

the late nights will be filled with orange juice and vodka but
when your eyes meet hers i know you’re gonna fall
and galaxies will collide inside your bloodstream
because she’s all that you want and all that you’ll be

and baby
i’ll remember you on the nights where
there’s not enough oxygen inside my bones again
when i’ve got trouble breathing because
i want your lips pressed against my skin in
the same way they’ll
never be again

and i know her perfume will smell like roses because
you always loved the things that came with thorns and
i know that she’ll make you laugh until your sides ache
and you’ll want her more than you can say

and baby
you’ll forget all about how i used to be the only person
who could calm you down about anything or how
on an august night you promised you would love me
until the sun died

you’ll love her and baby
this will all seem like a soft blow
because it’s been so long since we crumbled
that i don’t even know if these ruins
were ever home

and you’ll love her baby because
you’ve got a heart as good as gold
and you’ll love her baby and

i’ll sit here remembering
how i used to be
yours.

you burned us down /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)