18.1.14
Love like that
Give me a love like Tate and Violet. More dead than alive but in love all the still. A love of screaming and saving and holding and crying. One where my wrists cry and you hold me close and whisper to me how much you love me. Where I weep with how much I love you and all the things I want to say but never will.
17.1.14
Tired, sad
Tired but I can't sleep
Sad but I can't weep
People that I'll never keep
Too afraid to take the leap
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