sunkissed34

i am sitting with rumpled pieces of paper and my hands stained with ink, as if blood has turned indigo, wringing your name like a paltry confession. and i feel as pathetic as you think i am, i feel as though i could walk across the ocean with salt making my lips sting and i could travel for miles just to get to you, and you would be standing on the other side with empty eyes and you're asking, "why have you come?" and, somehow, you're bigger than me, somehow, you're a giant and i'm forced to look up at you and admit —i don't know. i have lost my footing. the sky is the earth, my head is underwater and hair dancing with seaweed. i am dro

darling wendy and peter pan missed the flight to never never land chasing murky stars reflected in stagnant water submerged in desperation they find themselves in the girls' bathroom again sexual intercourse against walls of dirty discourse they're never going to grow up but they're memorising each other's bodies because they can't escape growing old peter pan holds his darling wendy close pressing her against the wall looking for the immortality sitting on her shoulder whispering, oh god, save me, she's drowning