scorp

Real romance isn't something hopeless, or unenergetic like stale poetry, or futile like canned compliments.

Breaking heart and shooting stars, isn’t it what it’s all about? Midnight kisses and and being your man’s misses...Isn’t that what you want?

My heart is lonely. Though it feels like like a gaping hole. I wish for everything I can’t have...if only...Filled to the brim with ashes and coal

8 things you never understood, And a thousand more I wish I could. 7 places to go alone, Arguments over the phone.

I don't trust myself with you. But I see in your eyes, I'm being used. Everytime I let myself fall, I get bruised.

"Who did this? This is horrible!" "People. People did."

Glistening black tar of the feathers of birds I let the storm brew, from tears to hate.

Tired eyes, wild nights, trapped in a teenage mind.

You should have left a long time ago.

i'm lost and now i'm paying the cost

I've been staring at the wall for hours with no end Can time bend? What is this crazy dimension Where I can't even look at my own reflection?

And I feel like since my life has been so easygoing so far, I don't need to pay with stress, but with guilt.