Dec. 14, 2012

you look like how a flower smells
(sweet pretty)
and I want to breathe you in like smoke

I bury myself in time with your heartbeat
what makes this downward spiral so fascinating?
I’m in love with my own tortured thoughts
they won’t leave me alone
my skin crawls with who I am
makes me sick

stop being so fucking inspirational
the way you succeed makes me feel even more like a failure

wait, no, I don't mean that at all!
you are my voice
when I can't speak

I wish I could scream