I Dont Know If I Believe In Burning Bridges, But I Do Stand Behind My Closed Doors. Locked But Maybe

i don’t know if i believe in burning bridges, but i do stand behind my closed doors. locked but maybe with my key in hand.

You make me feel like all the love that i never had poured into my bones. Reviving me from the long dead. You breathe life into me like i was never born. What do i do when it’s you that awakens all the love into my soul? I do not know a thing about life without you.

oh what i wouldn’t give to be sitting in a hammock lightly intertwined with a beautiful boy who has a warm smile and hands, contrasting cool night air while we listen to the beckons of nature creating a soundtrack to our new inside jokes and ideas of life, becoming unknowingly fond to the notion that these will develop to plans and promises

i will create the life i want with bloody nails and dark eye circles and calluses and broken bones and it will be a soft place full of warmth and beauty and light and love and music

“someday” is going to be the word i scratch into the walls of my psych ward