georgia says you're never coming back
lungs breathe, hearts beat and my mind loves.

my heart has never fallen in love
because my heart is a pulsing beating
thing that is meant to pound blood
through the highways of my veins,
not flutter and skip beats like skipping stones
and drop when i see a grin or taste a kiss or
hear a voice.
i get headaches sometimes because i love
with my brain and i fall and trip and stumble
into boys who don’t like me, boys who fuck
bodies not personalities and i always 
promised myself i wouldn’t fall for danger
but i guess i break those the same way
those boys break love.
sometimes i think that if i stop shuddering
when they bite my ear and if i kiss them quiet
when they tell me that i’m too good for them, 
that i make them pure for
a little bit (but you can’t drink only a cup
of holy water and expect to reach salvation)
then i’ll make them fall, trip and stumble right
in love with me but that won’t happen
because it’s the nice boys that love me best
and the dangerous boys that couldn’t care less.

11 months ago | 21 notes
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tagged as: poetry. prose. creative writing. rejectscorner. spilled ink.

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