of words

and you don't really know what life is
neither does anyone for that matter
the smell of coffee was sweet and warm, like lips on cold, cold skin
the sky was a startling shade of blue. only not so much
she can't see. she never could. not really. never really
even if the sky were to fall. I'd not let it fall on you
you feel the tears welling in the back of your eyes.
the unwelcome swelling in your throat and the deep, fathomless hole
gets a little bit deeper.
the rain fell. just like tears.
if everything is nothing than everything is you
the world has no answers
look for the questions
the sky's the limit, she cries, and spreads her arms before jumping
downdowndowndowndowndown.
spinning is merely going back to where you started.
she tasted like coffee. cheap instant coffee. and he was home
i'm not usually a romantic. but i'm just feeling melancholic
the rumble of the fan, pushing cool air on overheated skin
your face is something i'll never forget. it's too ugly
i love you too much to not hate every single thing you do
brown eyes and pink cheeks. lip corners turned up in a soft smile
green books, with black covers
the sky is a cemetery
light glints of the scattered pieces of glass, and droplets of red liquid
converge to become rivulets
that thing that you want to do the most
even your smile is a lie, so why not bullshit some more
the whisper of fabric against skin, as her skirt flows in the wind
she glows, iridescent.
dripdripdripdripdripdripdripdrip
sense is a something that's not really all that worth making
and even then, and even then, she is hopeful
his skin seemed to glow orange as they passed under a streetlamp
headlights shine in the distance
and the buildings were like scattered stars
fireworks crisscrossed under her skin
his face fell and everything suddenly felt ultimately, irrevocably wrong
and the ground disappeared from under his feet
laughter bubbled from her lips
and even if the world didn't make much sense, they didn't care
because the world makes less sense every single day