TristenFuckingWeaver

Weave ribbons through my tangles Wrap cold silver around my skin and paint diamonds across my collerbones Place your fingers around my heart and your lips acrosss mine Pull me in with your blue-grey ocean soul and drown me in your riptide whispers I want your smiles and your laughs and your loneliness all wrapped up I want you here beside me tonight And your arms around me tonight

Haha, "hey you," she says to a green stormy skied boy that had his fingers bent around hers. "Hm?" She giggles and whisps her sun dried fingers up and down rows of his translucent skin. She feels him shift curiously as he lifts his marionette eyes onto her forest sunrise irises. And there they are again, opening each other up and flicking through page after page of emotions under a floating flower topped river. She can feel her heart disconnecting from her chest and wonders if he can feel it too. And her head melts when he goes quiet for a little and casually tells her how beautiful she is and always will be. And "oh my god," she keeps replay

i wish i could paint my eyes with the stars and cover my heart with the sky I want to understand what life is. not just being

It will be a cold winter with your memories in my veins. I can feel it, the moist stoney rock dust crystallizing my lips and leaving ice crystals in my drying leaf hair. It all seemed to be so quick, everything died early this year. Trees look down from their boney hips, cool sadness creaking in their limbs. It reminds me of your face. Your baby eyes and your innocent lips.

I fell in love with an april boy. His flowing creek eyes pulled me in their frothy current and tangled their salty pebbles in my hair. His old warm heart took my paper sack one into his veins and deep through his body and carried me through stormy summer nights and cold, earthy days. His grand canyon colored curls were the most beautiful: they fell in hot sandy vines onto his beach stone skin and crashed in waves around his seaweed tangled brows. He smelled like incense and sometimes weed but it seemed to be the only scent that got me, it slowed my brain and glazed my pupils and spun me around in a hazy fog of love at our young age. And