She doesn’t breathe like her 13 year old lungs, the years spent smoking wasn’t kind to her body– she doesn’t remember the first time he stole her breath away or if it even happened. Inside of her thoughts, the long nights of forgetting people inside of tiny pills created a land-bridge from his lips to his lips– her scars tell tales of never ever and forever ever, wouldn’t you know, they ended in the same way every time, it’s always just her and her late night guitar strumming fingers– she holds onto her music because the songs listen to her. She has great balance, but she could never juggle those memories good enough. Damaging. Another little smile brushed into her tears, which color does she want to feel today? Grey storms just don’t cut it these days, a blue tongue on lovers means depression is just a second too close and if she felt red pressing into her wrists– just know that these wounds have grown for you.
A field of I love you’s still waiting for your promises. #aesthetictumblr #tumblr #smile #spamforspam