there is a shutter between the branches branching out the distance i will greedily grow between us, apples of your cheeks cider in my palm, peaches and cream dream girls, violets violent in the delight of us, the roses blooming in the already empty sockets, empty in solace, will wither and you w i l l walk away, thorn eyed and hollow headed. again. and the pulse will go out. again. and this will happen. again.
i guess i’ll always be the girl who lost her heart and you’ll always be the girl who lost her mind.
