Bitch I do that now

Bitch I do that now

(via teenagerposts)

"Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys,
‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs."

Andrea Gibson (via feellng)

Desperate klutz

Like magnets
Drawn more strongly
The closer they become
Then intertwined
Inseparably
Till from one another torn

Time
It does the tearing
And distance keeps itself

I fell for you like falling down stairs
Ungracefully, and in terror
of the pain so soon to come
I tucked and rolled and I survived
Having lived I called it fun

And when we kissed
I pushed it deeper
And your teeth dug
into my lip
Like biting yourself when eating food
Your taste was mixed with blood

Rambligs of a beaten drunkard

Blood tastes and smells like metal
And metals from the earth
So is it true?
That in the end.
That dirt is all we’re worth?