It was a Monday, and they walked on a tightrope to the sun.

she is worth more than rubies and i only hold broken pieces of red glass

she is a brewing storm in a teacup
the looming clouds overhead promising rain but bringing dry eyes and a hollow pounding heart
she is worth so much more than me
yet i cannot bring myself to tell her
*forbidden fruit tastes so much better in dark alleys and snatched moments, with undercurrents of inadequacy and self-loathing*
she is worth so much more than me
worth more than the boiling bubbling centre of the earth
and the mellow sky where the mood hangs by a thread
and everything else in between
she is worth so much more than me
and i am just a stepping stone for her to get there
we together
were a brilliant summer storm, brief but all consuming
now as i lay back amongst the ruins we created
i finally have time to think about how beautiful her hair looked in the weak winter sun

Above us, only stars. Below us, only stars. To all sides, only stars. Inside us, only stars.
Welcome to Night Vale (via aheroicdeath)
It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.
Lemony Snicket, When Did You See Her Last? (via poetrea)

tales of a phantom heart


the flesh and blood that used to occupy the space in my chest was ripped apart light years ago
the clotted mess scattered across the stars now recounts tales of living, of beating and seeing sunset after sunset
only to marvel at seeing the sun so close it fries the pitiful remains to dust
stardust
a modern day icarus, twirling in the night sky against a backdrop of sparking pindrops
i claim to have a heart with my flowery words and only you see
the empty hole that clenches and retracts, then remembers its nothingness

bunnyjennyphotos:

What do you want? My mind is overfilled with thoughts, kind of like a tub overfills with water. They won’t stop or slow down. I feel like I’m drowning in them. This has to be the hardest question I’ve ever been asked. What do I want? I keep repeating the question in my head, like it will somehow get easier to answer. What do I want? I used to believe that your path was marked out for you. That everything happened for a reason. What a cowardly way to think.

bunnyjennyphotos:

What do you want? My mind is overfilled with thoughts, kind of like a tub overfills with water. They won’t stop or slow down. I feel like I’m drowning in them. This has to be the hardest question I’ve ever been asked. What do I want? I keep repeating the question in my head, like it will somehow get easier to answer. What do I want? I used to believe that your path was marked out for you. That everything happened for a reason. What a cowardly way to think.