yougottadoyou:

She has the kind of wrists you wanna carve open with your finger nails and a spine like twisted roots. The smile of a baby, missing ever single tooth.

I wanna hurt her, I wanna work her. Like the hardened clay she is. Form new structures, pierce new punctures. Never let me keep it in.

Make me look back a thousand years from now when everything we’ve done is dust
Never made the papers and it never even meant shit to us.

So I guess its good that its all gone, a thousand years, a thousand wrongs.
We’ll never pay our debts. We’ll never shake the dust from our regrets…

But I can see a future, one that includes you.

She has the kind of eyes that when you’re in them…you don’t know what to do.

 

mikey, this is some of my favourite writing you’ve ever done.