draft dumping my ghosts all over you

what if we just breathe until the sun comes up

sometimes i let the words fuck me

Sad sacks and hungry ghosts.

feeling like a rainbow car driving under phantom streetlights

foolish feelings freely forming

ghostly souls
aimless walks
freely rampaging
as if just born

tomorrow never knows if my hands will feel soft to the touch

beige toned walls with soft techno on
dancing alone and never found myself
always with my eyes closed
i could die here over and over

with a monstrous rage i scribble your name into the dirt

i have the right to bleed my emotional state all over your floor

words just don’t know me anymore

i feel magnificently passionate today

Sustained damaged today

I thought I was full of emotions but it's just ghosts

We’re all just a bunch of broken Doritos at the bottom of the bag.

single malt words spilt all down myself

some day never we’ll show them together

you’re a brave single tear to even show yourself on this unworthy cheek

flowers in darkness
spring is the hardest
season for grief

i feel like the ashes from heartache

Someday I’ll be dead forever, and it’s going to be hilarious.

close your eyes as i untie this heartache

forecast predicts gloomy and my heart skipped a beat

bring all your sorrow and put it in my mouth

i step outside
my container
to be home

I’m just trying to live long enough to die somewhere else.

today i feel like a fugitive in my own mind

you’d be forgiven for thinking
it was monday
cold and damp hugs the ground
a little too tightly

september in march shouldn’t be
but then why do i have these autumnal blues