...theres just sOmethin` abOut yOu «3

You were the |[ last ]| good thing about this part of town...

All those scars on her arms.
don't worry.
she says they're little notes to remind her
how many times you

broke her heart

By telling someone you love them you're giving them the easiest weapon to hurt you

Of our own black hearts
And draw diagrams
Of suicide on each other's wrists
Then trace them with razorblades

Roll our film baby
This is another one of our
romantic scenes
...so act like you love me

Your the only one that makes me
draw stupid hearts in the margins
all over my notebook

I lost all faith today in suicidal featherweights
With broken wrists and weaker fists
This is the last fight I'll give away...

It's not telling you how i feel that scares me. it's what you won't say back that does.

....."and just for once, I want
someone to be afraid to lose me