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let’s get married
02:35
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if you believe in what you felt
then we should not be left alone
i can’t stand to think what we might do
i can’t stand to think how my love might feel
if i could dare to hold your hand
this life we’ve grown to know would end
but think of all that we could be
there’s just one bullet left between you and me
so let’s get married
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bricks sewn into our pockets
laid like patchwork, woven into a promise
motionless and sinking
i won’t ever fucking leave
sweet peach, it’s spring time in the gaps between us, subtle violets pushing through. i could be buried here with you.
right now,
as i write this down,
you are the moonlight creeping in
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city on fire (closeness)
03:27
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just barely threadbare in february
and already preparing my new haven
it’s a sign! it’s a sign! my mom says
as my chest tightens up
red stained light fills the room with our bodies
so close-knit together and the stitching’s incredible
stay with me on the weekend, we’ll keep warm between our legs
bathing in cold sunsets, dog-eared pages on the bed
so this won’t ever have to end
(lie in the wreath of the aperture
and i’ll know you’re unreachable)
i never told you that
i’m gone in the summer air
just barely threadbare in february
and already preparing a new haven
it’s a sign! it’s a sign! it’s a sign! it’s a sign!
soft cries that build my haven
parked off the side of the freeway
red light bathes my reflection
and all that i’m left with is…
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portraits
01:58
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streetlights glow warm
reflections become distant
it’s quiet as snow falls
in portraits of your heart
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runner duck
10:41
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carefully i clutch your words, the first few syllables of sleep,
all timid and soft
break into sugar glass,
cutting golden grapefruit crucifixions into the bottoms of our fingers
and pray for laceration
that you are warm
i hope that you’re warm
cicada’s song laces our fingers
sewn into hearts
embroidered in cattails haunting the edges of our neighborhood
every moment we are apart
it floats through the wind
screaming “i love you! i love you too!”
lavender is a beautiful color
it paints our sky
i will meet you there
i held her hand with pink intent and crushed our knuckles into silver dust, ashes of something good and sweet. she lent her hair to mine in braids, evacuating tumbleweed portraits of our hearts through sweat soaked ceilings and windows cracked to let the firemen in. she broke off lightbulbs in her skin, carving out pockets to fit silver dust and seeds to be pollenated by my body, naked with pink intent, soiled over fucks to forget and move on. and after the blood has boiled over our beautiful pockets of flesh, i ground our knuckles in pestle and mortar. please, please forgive me but you’re hurting me. electricity in our lips press like carcasses - between our ribs we kiss where the moonlight’s creeping in, swallowing soil and sacred pink intent. please, please forgive me but you’re hurting me. i rolled down the window a little to hear the crickets wail,
and i wailed too.
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moon prince in waning
01:13
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all that i am melts into shag carpet
and the texts you pour over white wine and hopeless thoughts
these tufts of dust i press myself into, they rise and fall like our two chests when i just can’t hold my breath
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breaking off pieces of your skin to taste and to hold
i wail again just to let you know i’m here
wasting the sun
we lay in the scarlet rain of texas skies
wake up!
i lent my hair to the static of your sheets
i let your features impression me
just like violets bleeding out in the morning
i stayed awake just to feel you breathe
(you’re still in bed, your sweet silhouette is all i felt)
let the spring die
and fade out with the streetlights
i have to let this end
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city in ashes
02:30
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new towns are seldom worth waiting for lavenders to bloom in rarer shades than they’ve appeared
it looks the same as november skylines where i’m from
why expend the effort to still feel pale under neon hues?
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houston
03:33
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we were bathing in the red light, swimming in pools of black and blue eyes
i watch ur breath as the sun fades
and think of something good to say
“oh oh no, i am a ghost. i could never be your lover.”
you said
“oh oh no, i am a ghost.
if we crash this car together, we could stay like this forever.”
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swandive
02:01
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11. |
death of a rabbit
06:14
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evanesce the words away
to little inkblots on
the skin, we’ll wash off everything
nightmares aren’t real my dear
the clock is turning
to face the sun and let it pass
it’s happening again
i’m caving in
the road goes blurry in my head
fingernails against my heart beating faster
all the time
all the time
i’ll be waiting here for a while
this just can’t be real my dear
let me drive you home
your fingerprints still dress my skin
it’s happening again
i’m caving in
the road goes blurry in my head
if only i’d had the guts to stay.
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husk
03:47
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it’s been a long time since we spoke from that hospital in houston
light the flares up, keep them low, where no one else can see them,
just you and me- holding hands beneath the sheets
soaked in x-rays, and monitors, and the sound of your heartbeat
crying slow, where silence grows between,
flowing softly like the final snow of spring
when the nightmare ends i’ll be lying on your carpet where the moonlight’s creeping in,
and our is skin is barely touching and
i could be buried here with you
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your arms are my cocoon recommends:
pink, black, and orange in the corners.
by lobsterfight
one of the best emo albums of the last 10 years, i am so proud to call lobsterfight my friends :,)
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hardcore dancin in front of tha bathroom mirror
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our mouths to smile
by Home Is Where
it is fucking insane to me that home is where is not the biggest emo band of the wave rn. they are crazy crazy good and a big inspiration to me
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