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make art everywhere

undress the lucky ones just to find out what makes them tick.
know a boy for 4 days

decide you like his personality

kiss him behind your best friends shed
never stop acting like there's something more

in the hurried way he lights his cigarettes.
It was never supposed to happen like this.
but, i fell in love with the way you broke your promises

like ther was always something better on the way
I spent weeks inhaling bitter oceans

only to realize it was only the way you grabbed my hand that made me slow down.

Now I'm stuck in this endless loop

trying to teach the sun to forgive

and the moon to forget.

Now I'm thinking maybe I never loved you more than this.
yes, I drank the darkness
and when the clock strikes 1 best believe I'll be off to go get drunk with the creator.

That Sunday morning wine after the Saturday night confessional that drew

me down into nothing but watered down apologies and secondhand thought processes.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

Still loving the moments when I stayed up trying to capture the memory of light before it was sucked into your coffee cup eyes. 

Still hating how I continuously fit so perfectly into your palms after 

I'd told myself for months that I was too wise to ride this rollercoaster.

Screaming at the mirror.

 

Sleeping on the asphalt.

 

Each breath still...

Drinking in the darkness.

 

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briana fransaurus

You lose so much when you're blind to the beauty in words. See , I'm sixteen and phrases get stuck in my head so often it's like I've swallowed a black hole of words. Endless and forever. So naturally it's a bit difficult to articulate the same beauty I'm stuck on to you. But, I try so is that not a victory in itself?

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