hourly wish to make it easier (ithinkidlovetodiealone!)

holding your own hand in the depths of living souls and nightlife shenanigans, reminiscing on what you still have. smothered in care and shiny teeth, listening to how childhood best friends breathe in and out and in and out and in and out and waiting for the moment it hitches and stops - hoping for the fated moment they become a transition between nostalgia and hatred beneath a couple of drinks in a room full of purgatory-like events

views are skewed from stained windows, everything and everyone is looking for the next best stand-in, and youre painfully aware, gnawing and ripping at dead skin instead of working on self reflection. fighting yourself every morning, clawing at the cheapest instant coffee for an ounce in peace in mind, avoiding mirrors before bed for a better chance at this cat and mouse between self deprication and i 

late sunsets and wet wood, inked flowers, unintelligible poetry, stench of bleach and dog breath, maybe id love to be alone

you love to be mute, i seem to enjoy the deadly silence, leaving things up to interpretation is the art of it all

but in saying you care and you love and me saying i love and i care, theres no room for mistake and theres no room for heartburn. let her down easy and declare it early on, print out the expiration date to calm the nerves, dont get too attached and dont expect best friends to best friend forever

grow out your nails, burn your fingertips, and bite on rusty nails, it's easier to deal with rough imaginary situations when you're focused on physicality, count the faces you see before you and decide which ones will fade first

its obvious in the way you speak, the knot in your throat when the paranormal comes up, bohemian life styles arent for the faint of heart, should you be shocked? let it down easy and pull the trigger first

or if you have the guts - keep on being immortal, expect to live forever and chase the last ray of sunshine in the darkest dawn, watch it rot, suck on the stench of hope