"You are long limbs and tan skin, beach baby
Those freckles on your cheeks give you away
Your heart is churning and high
like the tide you grew up swimming in
But you need to realize that the man you idolize
is not a Demi god
He is just a selfish boy who knows how to play you
just like his guitar,
and although he holds you in his palm,
your heart between his teeth like ice
you can take it back from him
you can take it back from him"
— “high tide heart” MS
I was never a straight shooter with you,
so I’m tell you now
while I’ve got this strange bravery messing my chest:
I love you like Mexican wrestlers love their outfits.
I miss you like graffiti misses clarity.
I want to crack open for you like a sinner on Sunday.
When I see you kiss another woman
my arm hairs form armies of Elliot Smiths
sifting the wind for some soft suicide song.
— Mindy Nettifee, “Your New Girlfriend Seems Really Nice” (via clementinevonradics)