it’s funny how almost everyone just sits around and watches you disintegrate like pills in stomach acid but i lose sleep at night wondering if you’ll ever be alright, frustrated by the fact that you have to live this life and there’s no taking back the past and I can’t write your future, empty sorrow ghosts spill from your fingertips and get tangled in my lungs, caught behind my lips which only desire the taste of yours (an underestimate of your beauty) the feeling behind your eyelids when you’re all alone, deep in your sleep I just want you to keep your sanity, and breath in your lungs like fire though you’re filled with desire just god damnit please don’t expire before you believe in love