Pretty Things

Now that you’re gone,
I’ve considered cutting off
my right hand, the one that
has trailed your body,
like a map.
Yours was a wild forrest,
I loved getting lost in,
discovering…
leaving my fingerprints on,
exploring…

I have drank of your rivers,
and tasted your fruit.
The tips of my fingers
have memory,
always searching
for you—
wanting, longing…
to get lost,
in the curve
of your jaw line.

csh 
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yavru-leopar:

"Chandelier"

Party girls don’t get hurt
Can’t feel anything, when will I learn
I push it down, push it down

I’m the one “for a good time call”
Phone’s blowin’ up, ringin’ my doorbell
I feel the love, feel the love

1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink

Throw ‘em back, till I lose count

I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist
Like it doesn’t exist
I’m gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

And I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down won’t open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light, ‘cause I’m just holding on for tonight
Help me, I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down won’t open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light, ‘cause I’m just holding on for tonight
On for tonight

Sun is up, I’m a mess
Gotta get out now, gotta run from this
Here comes the shame, here comes the shame

1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink

Throw ‘em back till I lose count

I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist
Like it doesn’t exist
I’m gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

And I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down won’t open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light, ‘cause I’m just holding on for tonight
Help me, I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down won’t open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light, ‘cause I’m just holding on for tonight
On for tonight
On for tonight
'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight
Oh I’m just holding on for tonight
On for tonight
On for tonight
'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight
'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight
Oh I’m just holding on for tonight
On for tonight
On for tonight
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Youth - Daughter

itsalessia:

Shadows settle on the place, that you left.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it’s a waste of time.
From the perfect start to the finish line.

And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones.
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.

We are the reckless, 
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we’ll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there.
And if you’re still bleeding, you’re the lucky ones.
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
We’re setting fire to our insides for fun.
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home, 
It was a flood that wrecked this… 

… and you caused it… 
… and you caused it… 
… and you caused it… 

Well I’ve lost it all, I’m just a silouhette, 
A lifeless face that you’ll soon forget, 
My eyes ae damp from the words you left, 
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.

And if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one, 
'Cause most of us are bitter over someone.
Setting fire to our insides for fun, 
To distract our hearts from ever missing them.
But I’m forever missing him.

And you caused it, 
And you caused it, 
And you caused it

Odd how intensely you knew a person, or thought you did, when you were in love—soaked, drenched in love—only to discover later that perhaps you didn’t know that person quite as well as you had imagined.

Anita Shreve, The Pilot’s Wife  

Odd how intensely you were yourself, or thought you were, when you were in love - soaked, drenched in love - only to discover later that perhaps you didn’t know yourself quite as well as you had imagined.

There is a sense of wandering now, an aimless and haunted mood, sweet-tempered people taken to the edge
Don DeLillo