Pretty Heartattacks

backbone

Wherever you go, take a look at your feet & down six feet deep, there’s dead man’s bones…

I tried to forget, but you grew roots around my ribcage and sprouted flowers just below my collarbones…all day I pluck their petals, but I have not ascertained…whether you love me or not…

….have you ever been in love? It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. 

….you are simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up.

you’re such a “Hipstir”