I guess I just wasn’t good enough for you.

Pain falls from the trees in Autumn.

Cast your hate for me to the sea.

He kissed me. Never forget that.

brightlightsloudnoises:

you’d better believe
that I have acres
of my liver left,

acres,
and eyes
that
soak
up
lamplight,

ears that will
tolerate
your squeaky
voice through
the holes in my phone

and hands
that will
rest on other hips