i just wanna cut off all my hair and mail it to you. thats all.

i always said i will be forever young and dumb and full of love
but my youth up and left and i pretty much hate every(one/thing):
so now i am just plain stupid.
then you came along and stayed for a song
i was left me spinning and catching my breath
white flags are waving under my skin and i want to give myself up to you
trying to purge my senses from you
trying to forget you, truly
but you trip me up and throw me heels over head in love
and with a busted lip and bruised knee, i just put my chin up and smile...
Love.
its kinda hard to come by
and its even harder to get away from
"i only want what i cant have"
you are unobtainable
it breaks my (purple) heart to admit it to myself
grit my teeth.
save face.
stockpile up all the hate from forcing myself to move on
and dump it on the ones i love


"te amo carnal"

the pot calling the kettle black

you spin pirouettes on my common sense,
i only wanna work a little number on your buckle.
love these days is a game of guesswork.
not like clockwork. not like chess: cool, calm and collected.
it is
- burning love notes into suburban front lawns
- spinning kicks x floor punches
- the dead poets society
- punching princeton boys in the mouth
- jazz cigarettes on lover's floors
- curb stomps
- crushing on whoever calls you out
- shitty poetry and lyrics made from misery
- fuck you's and fuck you right back's
dirty teens with broken fists, wrists and teeth.
we are all 21st century Monet's. street art masterpieces.
swapping scuff marks for a shiner.
and- fuck- we wouldnt have it any other way.

KINGDOM CAME

we are all just starfishes,
laced with scars upon scars from all the times we ripped each other apart