you were the glasses. you showed me the leaves. I don't think you'll ever understand that. Goddamn.

isn't it funny to just feel like being whisked away with the wind, flowing through the air like leaves?

lipstick, I'd wear, for 1 million years... just to stop your eyes from fallin' down tears...

lips like sugar

wanting to disappear is a feeling that is creeping back... counting each... pinch...

I need to read.

I want something that will never come.