such pretty words,
but life is no storybook
love is an excuse to get hurt
and to hurt.

Someday I’ll bleed only from adventures,
[I’m good at getting into scrapes]
and never from sitting at home.

Someday enough stars will fall from my eyes
That we’ll see clearly again
By the lights of midnight.

Rescue me from a sea of sheets, so warm, so comforting,
The world is too cold to leave and
I’m drowning.

I shake from somewhere so deep in my ribcage
It can only be reached through song
And the sunsets we inhale.

Someday we’ll make the world a little
More colorful, a little more in love
With something better than lust.

Someday I’ll learn to dance
On the oh-so-shiningly-sharp edge of
This razorblade world.

_{i hope someday people will take something from what i say. i hope they feel what i mean, not just what i wrote. i hope i'm good at something, i hope i'm destined to belong. i hope everyone in the world finds what they're looking for.}

ps. i am sneaking on the wi-fi. sneaky sneaky me. but holy buckets i have a lot of deviations to go through. i'll read them all but may fail, yet again, to comment profusely.