Bite my fingertips. paper cut skins.writing down answers that are never correct. my pen likes to run. run. running out. and times a bitch, cause you just never know.lay my left shoulder against the wall, and think about how much i love my friends right now. and stop for a second. please give me half a second. and think about when was the last time i looked at your lips, instead of this filthy ground. when you spoke to me.

i'm ready. to live.

Kiss | Me