where was that man who'd put blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

but I was begging for footnotes in the story of your life

drawing hearts in the byline

always taking up too much space or time

you assumed I was fine

but what did you do when I

broke free and left us in ruins,

took this dagger in me and removed it

gained the weight of you and then lost it

believe me, I had to do it

was it all in my head? tell me now

tell me I've got it wrong somehow

I knew my love should be celebrated

but you tolerated it

fdm:
I still find songs that reflect the way I felt
at the very end,
hoping one day you'll understand the reasons that I never had
the nerve to say

and isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some

i   n   v   i   s   i   b   l   e     s   t   r   i   n   g

tying you to me?

some things are meant to be. as you were meant for me.

Thought I found a way, I guess I gotta stay now.

Walkin' out of town lookin' for a better place.

Something's on my mind, always in my headspace.

But I hope some day I'll make it out of here,

even if it takes all night or a hundred years.

Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near.
Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear.

Isn't it lovely, all alone?

Heart made of glass, my mind of stone.

y o u   a r e   s u c h   a   d r e a m   t o   m e

when life gives you lemons
         make lemonade

I've been spending the last twelve months

Thinking all love ever does is break, and burn, and end
But on a wednesday in a bar I watched it begin again
thank you

ɹǝpuoɔsǝ ɐ soɯɐʌ sou oɹǝd ɹǝʌ uǝɹǝınb ǝɯ ou oƃıʇuoɔ ʎ

ɹǝɾnɯ nʇ ʎos oʎ ǝnb ɹǝqɐs ɐ ɐʌ ol ɐɔunu ǝıpɐu ʎ

𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖

love how my face fits so good in your neck

Here's the thing: you're in love with a version of a person that you've created in your head, that you are trying to but cannot fix. The only thing you can fix is yourself