I'm not sure how to explain that every single time I've felt love it's been chased with knuckles and sometimes when you're gentle I mistake it for something else because to me love is only ever bruised
Only know I've got feelings when they're rolling down my cheeks. Only know I've got a heart when it's broken in two. Only know I've got a mind when it's set on you.
The thing about staying alive becoming something you do because you're suppose to do it is that the things that most people are easily able to force themselves to do because you have to become impossible to do
I work nights because I haven't slept right since I was a kid and sometimes in the quiet of the night under the buzz of the gas station lights I remember a time when dreams came easy and I weep for a Charlie that never got a chance to live.
Never stopped being a monster since you named me one and now I call closets and the space under the stairs home and when you call my name I can't hear it through the gnashing of teeth and tongue