cosmic debris

“I paint myself like glue onto the life line crevices of your palms. Spread crepe-thin and tacky to the touch, hoping  every word sticks to your constelized skin the way glitter never fucking comes off. Always finding slivers of me, glimmering in the corner of your eye, walking your lashes like a tight rope. Remember this.
I never wanted to fall, but somewhere between the northern winds and your southern sunrises I must have tripped.  Perhaps skinning a knee or bruising an elblow only so that you’d kiss it better. I’m not good at these things, but maybe I could be rusted copper on your tongue. Don’t they say blood tastes of pennies? Let me apologize for the adjectives and metaphors have been lost. I will never find the proper syntax. Setting you as a reminder of why I prefer tea leaf stains over coffee grinds and vanilla never did smell sweet enough. You are the melody I hum but can never place a name to when long ago I thought I’d forgotten the taste of your lips. “

(Source: lightofsveta)

with my friends beulah and gabi.

we’re those damn clouds..

first real band practice tomorrow!