when edgar allan poe said “i was never really insane,except on occasions where my heart was touched”

You are beautiful and I'm insane

I be like "I'm fine" then shake my leg 148mph

The hypocrisy

Will I ever be able to capture intricate moments between my clasped fingers or am I prone to a lifelong race of chasing after trains passing? How am I supposed to leave when the smallest things bring me to my knees? How am I supposed to take my heart out of its cage and throw it into another prison? The questions I ask are never enough to satisfy the famished soul, neither are they good to keep.. forever feels like betting on the losing horses and love seems like the dust that makes my eyes water as chaos ensues. They keep telling me what's mine will find its way back to me but what if I've been erased from the map, what if my flesh and bones are just an illusion of what the passerby call a girl; the in-between, the semi-conscious, the forever interrupted. What if I've already dug my grave, one slip and I'll spend the rest of days underground? I love you and why should I be afraid to say it? I want to combust into colors you want to paint me as, why should that be a problem? But I'm already burnt as the companion candle of a grieving woman, I'm already reaching the bottom of the river with a set of limbs that want to run to you but drowning comes first

Why would you lick the poison over and over?

I hope you get what you deserve!

Nothin' but love and a lot of cash

time has stopped to wrap its fingers around my palm. what am i to do, if not to kiss them? Yes, their was an ache to bite and tear ita fragile flesh, but I'm toothless as long as I remember

Years have passed, but you laugh just the same. How beautiful

Stop carving if there is nothing to gain

Being alone is hard? You should try socializing, and I've never tried that before, but mannnnnn if ain't that hard

He digs your grave, and you worry about his fingers?

Me ofc

merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream🎶🎶

Learning common human behaviour through stalking or as I like to call it high-level surveillance

have you felt so much at a point, you eyes start getting heavy and tongue stutters and your brain actually wanna burst in pieces? don't worry, i too haven't had this feeling before but what i feel is overwhelming disgust, it's like my intestine starts twirling and lungs wanna break free, it's a very depraved feeling you want to vomit but you cannot. sucks.

I'm humming a tune under my lips and pouring hot water in my cup, then i remember a sentence and my stomach turns and my hand flinches and mouth tastes bitter and my throat burns a little from the acid in my stomach and i put the kettle back like i'm lifting a hundred kilograms worth of metal

Not me sending them a care package of old-fashioned "love tokens" (– cheesy pictures, mixtapes of bad 80s power ballads, and love letters full of cringeworthy clichés.) Cuz they love life is strikingly boring beyond comparison