soft boys🌙

1. because they fucking

• no more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
• want me to love you in moderation, do i look moderate to you?
• this will be my last confession, ‘i love you’ never felt like any blessing, whisper it like it’s a secret only to condemn the one who hears it
• because i am done with my graceless heart, so tonight i’m gonna cut it out and then restart
• tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks and the kindest of kisses breaks the hardest of hearts
• you don’t have to be a ghost here among the living, you are flesh and blood, and you deserve to be loved and you deserve what you are given, and oh how much
• but the loneliness never left me, i always took it with me, but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company
• at seventeen i started to starve myself, i thought that love was a kind of emptiness, but at least i understood then the hunger i felt, and i didn’t have to call it loneliness 
• the fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
• it’s an evensong, it’s a melody, it’s a battle cry, it’s a symphony 
• but i know it’ll have to drown me, before i can breathe easy
• to the crowd i was crying out, and in your place there were a thousand other faces
• and it’s over and i’m going under, but i’m not giving up i’m just giving in
• in a moment of joy and fury i threw myself from the balcony like my grandmother, so many years before me
• and it’s peaceful in the deep, cathedral where you cannot breathe
• i know i seem shaky, these hands aren’t fit for holding
• i’m not beat up by this yet, you can’t tell me to regret, been in the dark since the day we met, fire help me to forget
• it seems that i have been held in this dreaming state, a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
• shower your affection, let it rain on me, pull down this mountain, drag your cities to the sea
• and i did cartwheels in your honor, dancing on tiptoes, my own secret ceremonials
• a year like this passes so strangely, somewhere between sorrow and bliss
• in the spring, i shed my skin and it blows away with the changing winds
• i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole until there’s nothing left inside my soul
• And how does it feel now you’ve scratched that itch? And pulled out all your stitches? Hubris is a bitch
• and i want you so badly, but you could be anyone 
• i was in the darkness, so darkness i became

omg it’s been eleven fucking years help

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