Its a coma baby. Get into me.

Hooked on all the black clouds you keep breathing.

You've got me in a headlock, over heels in bed all day.

Lungs filled with cigarettes, warnings won't make us blush.

spill the truth all over me.

I was all you ever wanted.

Come get to me.

winterisjustaseasonthatwillpass,justlikeyou.

I've been feeding on dead leaves. Kicking myself through the streets, whispering your name.

These closets have been closed too long; there's no more room for your skeletons.

Love. The kind that kills and scars and make you kneel and crawl to hell and back. The words that slit your throat and make you think of love as the new black, as what you lack. Love.

.iamwhoiam.

Baby, ill be back for summertime. For now, just let me sleep through these grey 365day old days they like to call winter.

Feed me sunbeams between the falling leaves and snow. My skully babybear will learn to smile.

The artwork was brutally stolen from; Kulik Larissa.

'de rest komt later wel'

Ik vraag me af wanneer het komt.

I spoke too soon, it seems, for you made a home in my dreams.

While I slept you kept running yourself through my head,

Like you wanted to say "I won't be dead yet."

I said, "You don't understand. They stole it; love's been so unfair to me."

&

Love swept in like a storm and ripped the hinges from the doors.

Love poured in like a flood, I couldn't stop it anymore. I will not be drowned."

"Lover, come and hold me, I am terribly afraid.

While you're shouting at the stars, my scars are not fading away."

You're wearing a necklace made of hearts, that you'd dragged through the mud & I guess I wasn't quite sure what to say to you. You said, darling, you're the only one on earth I want to have it, but now I'm not so sure that was true, after the hell you put it through.

Bruises. I tried to do headstands for you

Everytime I fell on you.

Everytime I fell for you.

I got bruises on my knees for you

And grass stains on my knees for you

Got holes in my new jeans for you.

I'm just head over heels in love with the past. oldskool.

Handwritten scribbles on white lined pages dropped in pink envelopes,

trusted to postage due service, falling flat faced on my doormat.

♡

I love today. It was everything, me & my lungs needed.

if my lungs still let me breathe.

if my lungs still let me breathe.

If only my lungs could let me breathe,

Say hello to oxygen before it has to leave me.

I won't be sleeping tonight.

These paper lungs are so fragile and sore.

Please airways, let me breathe.

I can not take it anymore!

This pretty much covers lunch & dinner today.