Waxahatchee | I Think I Love You
It’s late.
We are not awake
and I smashed my phone.
I am learning how to be alone.
Resoundingly unpretty girl stares back at me
and I become what everyone’s harboring from.
And is it your fault?
No, I think it’s my fault.
We digress.
You’re inhaling smoke, emotionless,
somewhere on a map,
unaware that I am falling flat.
And you will hurt me.
And I deserve it.
It’s late.
You are not awake
and it’s nothing.
I want you so bad it’s devouring me
and I think I love you,
but you’ll never find out.
(via 1000-letters)
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should "
i’ll always love you.
especially when i pick out what shirt to wear.
when i’m recording a song.
when i read Franny and Zooey.
when i feel this gaping
unending hole in my chest.
i’ll always say i don’t,
but i always will.
it’s sad because i knew she was better, i was just too lazy to improve.
