loneliness is my liquor and late nights make me tipsy. oversharing is a high only waking up will get me out of. cold air compares every inhale to a razor's blade and you can only stay in hibernation for so long until you burn instead of freeze, darling when i tell you to show yourself, i don't say come out with your arms up. why don't you hear me? xo sycamore ps: relationships are a give and tak... » Continue Reading
alone is never really peaceful. neither is being with you. every little reason another spark for a reaction that'll end up exploding in not only his and hers, but also my face. hearing the click of the door lock makes me worry about a lifeless body hanging inside after hearing you cry yourself to sleep the night before. not like he could hear it, haha. seperate, my favorite people, or at least you... » Continue Reading
your names are hushed in public places, all this wasted affection going to my head. as your identity will perish, so will my respect for who you wanted to be. "get away from her", he told me, playing the loon as a ch/jester in our court of avoidance and coddling. i wrapped this up because i needed to. making excuses without reciprocation leads to spirals as i look at the dimmed, flickering lights,... » Continue Reading
memories blight all their successors, i have so much to tell you, don't i? undocumented praises remain on the tip of my tongue, i can't bear to swallow the truth about us, can i? my diary disenchanted with listening to all the little nitpicks and needles in haystacks, so you listened to me instead, didn't you? you said you'd love to, you said you love it, didn't you? everyone asked about you, mayb... » Continue Reading
so, im at my grandma's place. i don't have a room here i kind of just lay on a shitty mattress in the living room and it sucks. they dont really get me.. "do you have a boyfriend?" im 13 "why are you dressed so fancy then?" it's a sweater and a maxi skirt? "no cute boys?" im starting to think they think im lesbian or something. like no, no boys cause theyre all racist and mean (where i live anyway... » Continue Reading
i toss and turn at your 6am during your bittersweetest dreams that i'm only a part of in mine. 2 minutes and i'll be here, hold on for me, okay? i'm always here but never enough. that half full, your half empty glass of water that's been dusting on the windowsill for a dreaded collection of wake-ups and lie-downs. my muse, oh, my catalyst. staring you down from the edge of my torn mirror makes me ... » Continue Reading
eyes fluttering like the pages of a skimmed book looking down at me as i open you fold a page down to distinguish all the things i adore about you tear my favorite pages out one by one, leaving a lipstick stain on the bottom right corner hang your memories up on my wall i hope i'm one of them xo sycamore » Continue Reading
stained glass of the windows to your soul, idolizing your idylls waiting for a sign of reciprocation using you as a stencil, leaving scars on my heart my invocation to you hiding behind my words, inspired by yours my muse x o sycamore » Continue Reading
similar to our own, lovers the same yet so unique interested in another yet too shy to admit it they meet at midnight, exchanging whispered vows flying away once the church bell rings once again until they meet the next day everyone discussing their differences doesnt see the whites in their eyes like they do xo sycamore » Continue Reading
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