“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.”

14 April, 2012

Right under my feet there’s air made of bricks,
pulls me down turns me weak for you.
I find myself repeating like a broken tune
and I’m forever excusing your intentions
and I give into my pretendings,
which forgive you each time without me knowing..
they melt my heart to stone.
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