flowersandfilm

words are the most dangerous weapons i know they don’t cut how pictures do because every picture cues whether he and her were there every tainted dance of an eye is caught in frame to truth but syllabic picturesques glances are pressed for you not dare to ask of truth for the flowers they dried within each page marvel so pretty so the tales they tell are just as pretty too when, if i can i write i perfect personas that scrabble swords until i won’t and the things i see no lon

they say we need to find a way to hold on to ourselves even when we are gone even when we don’t know who we are, who we’re holding onto because who else will do that for us who else will say that we were here i want to tell her that i miss her, even when she is here but how do you miss someone and also be glad they’re not around maybe i’m just a sucker for things that are no longer with me a sadist disguised as a masochist it’s all the same because it’s just her and me and i’

recalling every word of what they said to whoever will hear again and again when you’re alone angry all the time swearing you will never forget never give credit to the reasons for why they were so angry all the time because 3 years of you   knowing would’ve only hurt me more was an i didn’t want to lose you  simulation you will always be too you to build for them angry because you want to get to the place where the reason is the hurt people have caused you and you are so ang