blue hearts tangled in the worthless whiles
of sick evenings spent cutting hearts and stars on my wrist
i cave into you barely caring
meaningful screaming
meaningfulness undead moments
we wrapped ourselves in gauze
we plagued our minds with self-harmonies
soothed by clenched fists
stare into the back alley
looking for our lost memories
about girls that save folded wishes like a prayer
about a soul
that needs too many hearts
to validate mine
of you
how i will cut our ties for ever making me feel a love and then some.
