we smoke pot in abandoned lots and pop pills like candy drops, ive wasted so many bottles of aspirin this year trying to kill myself, because our youth is tainted. im just an angel trying to go home, i belong in the clouds.

 

concept:

we lay together in my yard watching the sky change colour, waiting for the incoming storm. watch the lightning crawl through the clouds, and you tell me in another life the universe is rooting for our happiness.

 

my mouth tastes like all the things i never said to you and the secrets i had to keep from you and i hope one day you can forgive me cause i just did it to protect you but it ended in loud words and closed fists and you storming from the house in the middle of a snow storm and my lips feeling sewn shut. i tried to call out to you so you could come home but you never did and as far as I know you’re still out wandering in the snow while im sitting here with your ghost

 

you asked me why i drink, i asked you why you dont. you said because youre happy and i said because you could never make me happy enough.

 

date idea:
we sit under the stars in my backyard, listen to the crickets chirping. you look up at the sky and say this is your favourite view. im looking at you and saying yeah me too.

 

we sit on my roof at three am chain smoking cigarettes, contemplating the vastness of the universe. you say youve never loved me more, i say ive never loved you

 

if the universe were not as cruel:

you never kissed that girl. your parents never used your heart as the rope in a game of tug of war during their divorce. i wasn't so distant. you expressed your emotions. our hearts didn't collide on that alter, we both got enough sleep, you didn't do so much cocaine and i never tried to slit my wrist that night in the church doorway.

 

do you still believe in love?

do you remember the night the doctors had to jump start your heart and pump the butterflies from your stomach?

do you remember the night poison from his lips rushed through your veins and paralyzed your body in its place?

do you remember the last thing he said to you?

what about the way your brain stopped functioning when he smiled?

do you remember the first twinge of pain when he left?

the first flutter of hurt when his eyes stopped gleaming when he looked at you?

do you remember the things he tries so hard to forget?

doctors pump morphine into your veins to replace the sweet poison of his love.pump your stomach to get rid of those pesky fluttering bugs.