Seduced by the lie of butterflies

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness

I remember the day you left. Tying rocks to your ankles, you said, “I’m going to find a new world, under the ocean.” I guess you must be enjoying yourself. I haven’t seen you since.

I wrote the script on getting you out of your dress. Would you like to go out sometime? I’ll tear open your body and breakdown your emotional guard cause I like love but it’s no good to me if you don’t reciprocate the feeling, if you don’t give back I’m crushed. I’ll go out drinking.

I tired to forget but you grew roots around my ribcage and sprouted flowers just below my collarbones. all day I pluck their petals but I have not ascertained whether you love me or not

Virgin suicide, what was that she cried? No use in stayin’, on this holocaust ride. She gave me her cherry, she’s my virgin suicide.

It is a risk to love. But what if it doesn’t work out? Ah, but what if it does.

Space has always reduced me to silence

The world is large, but in us it is deep as the sea

Your name burns hot when I write it, feels heavy when I say it out loud