♡ stagecoach serenade ♡

at the back of the bus

on a warm july evening

i kiss your cheek

hazy in the evening sunlight

the bright hue of your pink hair

glows neon

i wind a strand round my finger

pull you in closer

and i know i'm home

before i've even pressed

"stop".

♡ merci pour le venin ♡

“this band is for life” 

they said

“you mean the world to us”

they said

so why did you leave

every single one of those

broken

hearted

kids 

who trusted you

who gave their time to you

who thought you could save them

because they couldn't save themselves 

“forever”

they said

and the worst part is

we fucking believed you. 

♡ 9 to 5 ♡

there has to be more to life than
bills
money
and
work
work
work

we're all just wanting
watching
waiting
for those moments
that make us feel alive
infinite
free

even if just for a day
an hour
a minute
a second

♡ dreamy you ♡

this is a poem about you

the things i know:

the colour of your eyes
the freckles on your nose
the curve of your smile

and the things i don't:

the feel of your kiss
of your lips on mine
your whispers in my ear
telling me
how
you
really
feel

♡ serious moonlight ♡

tonight

i lay on my bed

and looked at the moon

until my eyes burned

and when i closed them

i dreamed of you
of me
of us

and when i awoke

i smiled for the first time in forever

at the realization

that everything will be okay

it really will. 

♡ lovesong ♡

sometimes i think about the songs

the songs i love

sung by the people i love

and all the times that you

(and her)

will have listened to them too

laughed to them
cried to them
danced to them
kissed to them

i love those songs

i love you

do you think you could love them

but love me too?

♡ sadness ♡

sadness is

the swelling in your heart
the hands
clutching your throat
the tears
streaming down your face
the mascara
smudged under your eyes
the stain you can't remove
the air
being knocked out of your lungs
the longing
for someone you can't have

but the saddest thing of all
is realising
that you never had it

and even worse
is the realisation
that you
never
will.