In my head

Um… take from this what you will, but I quite like it.


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Everything is too loud and also too quiet. I’m 16 years old and I don’t think I’ve ever loved a person correctly. Electricity is flowing through the air. I can hear it. I keep my hair tied up to stop myself from running my fingers through it. The flowers only appear when my mind is dark. How can something ache so much? I didn’t notice the snow melting until it was too late. Will anyone ever want me? I lost track of what my favourite colour is. My breaths keep getting shakier. Am I a bad person? Does it run through my veins? I can’t tell when people are lying to me anymore. Who’s telling the truth? Am I stuck this way? Why is everything too loud? Too quiet? Too much?

 

                                                   When did everything start hurting?

How to tell someone you love them

Ahhhh okay so this was inspired by this poem I found on Tumblr called 5 steps to letting her go while she’s still yours! which I absolutely loved. I also needed something to post for this month, but I have no time whatsoever, so I decided to post this, even though I wasn’t originally planning on it. It’s okay. I like the first few lines. Oh, also I do have a new song that I’m really proud of, but recording and posting it takes time which I won’t have for a while. I’ll post it as soon as I can, but for now enjoy this meh piece of writing!


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  1. Kiss them slow every chance you get, let them know they’re the person you fall asleep thinking about.
  2. Leave too many texts unread on their phone, they’ll read them eventually but you’ll never get an answer. Come to terms with that fact.
  3. Sully their body with too many touches, you’re not marking them as yours, you’re giving yourself something to fall out of.
  4. Bring them to the quietest place on earth, where no one can hear the chaos in your head, and tell them.
  5. Close your eyes when you say it, so you don’t see their eyes going wide and filling up with something that’s either reassurance or pity. For some reason you hope it’s pity.
  6. Hold their hand while you try not to meet each other’s eyes in the silence that follows. Let go. Let the silence go on.
  7. Kiss them one last time, a memory of what you once thought was, and turn away. You knew this would hurt.