“Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”

29 April, 2012

It's hard to hear through the static again,
It's never clear until the rush of pain.
I'll never tell you I'm living a lie, in this confusion I feel alive.
I've been burnt so bad but I still play with fire,
sometimes naked truth is what I can't believe in.
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