Because arrows our in our ribs.
We become bitter.
With sand minds.
We go the road not taken, headed right for us. Flying.
The pressure of our parents.
Imaginary Friends, with imaginary promises.
The grief is lying on the bathroom floor, with violence laughs.
Distance between the light.
My breath is sandpaper on my lungs.
My brain is dying for love.
With unfair music.
I have anchored headaches.
And don't you ever wonder,
how did this happen?
"My brain is dying for love.
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I have anchored headaches.
And don't you ever wonder,
how did this happen?"
I honestly don't know what this means, but I love it. The question at the end was great.
I had to read this twice to get a better grasp on the meaning behind the beauty. So poetic.
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"My breath is sandpaper on my lungs."
Wow, you can feel it so well.
#stolen
some of the best lines i have ever heard. each one is different, yet they all are related through the words in between the lines.
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ReplyDeleteThis whole post is amazing
Simple
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