A collection of writing over the past 2 weeks

[americasuitehearts]

You were too busy finding faith in rusty razor blades
Too busy to see the ruins that you’ve made
I know you can’t burn bridges without being charred
Old habits die hard

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Now we’re all just loose sighs hanging off your bottom lip
The prettiest girl
Paper thin threads crossed across bony hips

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I want you here with me (Our personal secret)
The liars want to hold me close
Closer to God
They’ve all seen the scars
And the rotten shit you call a heart
I can’t fix you, but I can help
Tear you apart

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I’m nostalgic for the future
Thoughts of blurred lines, pencil shavings, and brick walls
Smiles, secret kisses, scuffed shoes of kids I don’t know
The idea that one day I’ll be alright
Fantasies.

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It’s fashionable to have blood on your hands
And high fashion means staring down the barrel of a gun and hoping it goes off
And high morels aren’t needed when you lead with your eyes closed

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Everyone’s an untold story shoved away in moving boxes
You’re a diary entry in childhood closet dated back to a different life
You’re a name in faded sharpie on a pair of falling apart converses
You’re a friendship bracelet falling apart at it’s tie in a moment of fury
Everyone’s is someone’s favorite and worst memory
Left to rot in the corners of my mind

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New stars are formed from the remains of supernovae
Blasted matter stringed out into space

So I’ll break away from the rubber bands wrapped tight around my heart
Each snap a piece of comic dust let out into the vast universe of your silence
Hoping to be reborn into some form of
Closure

One I’ll create by myself


peace out,
-r