untied.

woman, untie your tongue. all things shall rush through.

48/365

lay down your loneliness

yes, put it to the side

i want to show you

that you’re in love with a dying girl

your nails are digging deep into your own skin

prying debris from a wound that isn’t real

you’re in love

you’re in love

with a girl who no longer breathes

and

this

is 

why

you

feel

alone