a very simple story of indifference

me + you

evol htiw

we're so birthday notes and bottled water.

"forever is fickle"

we're all just waiting for coincidences to call fate.
what would you do if i told you i lived through you.

your/my P.O.V

what does it matter if 'we' never happen?

i feel like a hero, and you are my heroine

you're a typo waiting to happen,
and i'm the backspace button waiting to fix you up.

don't come here; i'm not ready for an intervention

i'm just waiting for an acceptance letter; i know it won't ever be a sorry.
you give me sayings but no substance, all i want is a proper answer.
i don't want to take sides in all of this, but you're forcing me, you with your beautiful brutal honesty that makes me feel all dirty inside.



that's what she said.

you're a song waiting to be written

imagine that you're not exclusive and i'm not sarcastic;
we'd be best friends.

so i listened to your mix tape, and it kinda rocked my world

let's act like superheroes and run around with coloured towels as capes.
let's act like marvellous fictional characters with costumes from second-hand stores to symbolise our second-hand stories.
will we re-tell them as well as the authors?
or have we taken their place already?

hey, what's that lying on the floor ?

my

d
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n
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t
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i think that you thought that i thought that we were already ready for this

i'm just so tired of this

you make breaking hearts look so easy

what do you mean we're just 'not enough' for you?
what do you mean we're just 'the end of the world' for you?
what do you mean we're just 'incessant whining' for you?
what do you mean we're just 'not ready for the truth'?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE'RE JUST FUCKING BREAKING APART?

how can i say "i do" when i don't ?

i'm so confused;
and you don't realise because you only see what i want you to see
and nothing more
i feel like i'm way to replaceable to be someone of importance to you
i just want to be seen
can't you try and look past it all?


i'm not going to beg,
but, honey, i might just try

the only magic i still believe in is

y o u

stop looking at me

i wish you were who i thought you were

i'm ready ?

i'm going to take your photo now
POSE
FLASH
just wait a second, it'll be here soon
that little piece of shiny paper that has captured that very second and will never let you forget it
you're in my top friends;
but only because i couldn't think of anyone else to put there

errr

why are we so awkward now?

let's hide in our secret spaces and pretend that we can't hear them calling us back

we walk
down
down
down
we're not going anywhere important; but the walk makes it seem like we are.
let's walk
down
down
down
we're not going anywhere vital; we just need to escape from the gaps in between ourselves and them


"i hate slow walkers"
lies.

who[a]

we're crashing cars we used to share
and running around in spaces too small to fit us all
and sharing each others breath
because
there isn't enough to go around when we're all together like this in one space that's been concentrated with essence of you.
we're nothing more than people sitting with people sitting with cameras sitting with headbands sitting with boys covered in other peoples sweat.


"tell me, is the best night of your year so far?"

definitely.

we're all aiming for something just under your nose

RIP
that was all i wanted to do to you



i mean,
your shirt.

please, just drop that microphone in front of me

so i can pick it up and run away
with the words you sang into it forever trapped within its metal ring.
please, please
J U S T S T A Y O N E M O R E N I G H T
i don't want this to end because
the tall red-head stole something precious of mine
and
you don't seem to understand
i can't get it back
i just want this to last forever


or meet you in lobbies that i'll never see.

you're mildly euphoric

and this time i won't say good-bye

hello doctor

bring on the incision, we're ready.

i'm not pretending anymore.
this is me.
this is us.
we're not ok.
everything is not like it was before.
we should stop being/crying
maybe it would be better if it was dying?
it being what we have
i'm not sure we gave
it everything we have in us
it's riding away
it's taking the bus
it's not here anymore.
let's harmonize and act real
i'm not going to pretend anymore.

i'm looking for thrills that don't exist

i'm not living
i'm not living
i'm not living
i'm not living
i'm not living
i'm not living without you.

we're nothing but insanity personified

i l o v e y o u .

sometimes i spend hours just waiting for a phone call from you to make me feel better

smile through broken masks so that all i can see is some kind of sinister smirk instead of what you're face is really expressing.
pleasestopactinglikethisisntimportant
because it is.
it really is.
even if it isn't to you.

sometimes goodbye is a second chance

he was always there
and
she
wasn't.
tell me that they weren't perfect for each other :
tell me that opposites don't attract.
ISN'T THAT A LAW SOMEWHERE ?
aren't people who look/act/feel/are different meant to be together?
or is that just my fairytale mentality getting the better of me again?

i honestly can't tell anymore.

bring me indiana.

are you sure you're not just waiting for the end to come so you can say "i told you so" ?

we're not escaping.
we're breaking through.

STOP. LOOK. LISTEN.

because soon i won't be here to point you in the right fucking direction.
let's get something straight honey,
i'm not here for you.
stop leading me on with stories of how we can be more than just friends, we can be almost family, almost something, almost eternity.
you don't tell me about what goes through the six inches between your ears,
or even about the tiny purple fairy that's following you around whispering
uoy evol i
into that space.

liarliarliar
"there's nothing between us, just air."

in the wild there is no 'health care'

you're dead


and i'm the lion

give me skies that sing lullabies

and tell me i'm an accident so that everything will make sense.





because this isn't real.

i was just thinking about you

when you called me and i was happy.
but
that was not so long ago.
we
are
ready
and waiting, i think, for things to come that we haven't seen before,
things that only we can dream of,
things that would make other people look at us funny and shake their heads as they walk past.
things that we like to whisper during lessons about books about boys about suicide about ghosts.
we are extraordinary,
but we're keeping it a secret.


fin.

you remind me of a time when things weren't so -

BANG.