There is never a sudden revelation, a complete and tidy explanation for why it happened, or why it ends.
Mayra Hornbacher (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
hey let’s write poems together and by that I mean sit outside on the curb by a fairly unused street at 3 am and drink
I’ll lie down in the middle of the road and you’ll laugh nervously, telling me to get up but we both know nothing will happen
criticize my choice of cigarette and I will do the same to yours, fumble with cheap lighters because we couldn’t find bics, wave embers like wands as if magic were a real thing
when I tell you to look up at the sky, please listen to me
the stars are beautiful
I don’t want you to see me crying