to an ocean-eyed boy: by oneofthose-rachels, literature
Literature
to an ocean-eyed boy:
im writing poetry in crooked black lines down your throat and along your neck because maybe they will lead you back to me.
i'm looking through attics and dark broken alleyways for something to believe in, but all im coming up with is dust and empty pockets of gasp-for-breath moments when im alone and the silence is crushing down on me. i cant find it, cant find the faith youve slung so easily around your neck next to your collection of paper thoughts and that piece of my heart.
(but i could never find you, either, so maybe
its just me.)
yesterday i went to the beach when it was raining. around