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and those butterflies were just warning signs of the pain yet to come LL~
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Loving you just became a new way to self harm.. LL~
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And I said, tell me you love me So I could pretend like just the words were enough LL~
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only all of me can be enough to pierce his veins to fill his cup to taste the copper and the heat the bitter beginning the after sweet he begs of me to go too far to hold none back to leave the scars there is nothing i would not give for he is mine…
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He said I’m afraid I will love you for the rest of my life And I thought If this is what I call living And if that is what you call love LL~
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i didn’t want to write about heartbreak anymore so instead I sat quietly and hopefully in this daydream of being drunk in love LL~
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I write poems you’ll never read But, somewhere in the beyond, you’ll still come back to me … LL~
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i want the parts of you too dark for anyone else to know how to love LL~
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‘There is something in us that is very much attracted to madness. Everyone who looks off the edge of a tall building has felt a faint, morbid urge to jump.’ – Stephen King This is how I’ve always felt about love. In fact, the more fucked up you are, the more I’ll probably want you.…
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you flock to their artificial light mistaking it for a flame and here I sit always waiting forever craving your darkness LL~
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The Blood & The Bones 