i teared up making this

"the scene"

i thought it would all end in red and wet
but instead the scene sees me at the bottom of a hill
someone’s throwing tiny rocks, and they have yet to have their fill

his angel’s in my dreams, bbq-ing my heart over and over and over again
i’m lost and i don’t know about your hues but i’m sick and tired of my blues
enough of this!
enough of this!
enough of this!

i thought it’d be easy, i thought i could take my time
i thought it’d be breezy, i thought i could make it mine
but things played out differently

this isn’t what i came for
this darkness i don’t adore
i’m ripping up old songs
tearing pages out of books
making something even older
than an angel’s crown
or a thorny throne

anonymous asked:

I want to paint your room because I thought it will make you feel better... Are you mad at me...? Sorry.... *tearing up*

No, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you sad, I just don’t get why you’re so fascinated with my room. It’s normally just gray and white. I do like the new ceiling though, it’s very…. beautiful…

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.

“That hug… everybody was crying, the whole group was just choked up.” - Norman Reedus

You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.