take me back

we are weak. 

we break down on kitchen floors and say we don’t know what happened,

we cross boundaries and say we didn’t mean it,

we die and say we never wanted to.

one day the sun will set and not even the moon will be there

to keep us company.

what can we do under a black sky

but fight?

loud sounds flashing lights suicidal themes and silhouetted nudity

20s