likeawritingdesk:

you are the warm light at the end of
a dark hall after 20 hours of travel

broken key in the lock and a
stranger walks quickly towards
you

you live in peonies and parades
waving from floats to girls half
your age, kissing the same place
again and again but never saying

stay

you spend every day wishing for rain
while the sun tries to bruise your 
face

handsome like a movie star or dead
president i dream that someone would
assassinate

someone stole your manuscript and
you never found it or even tried

(it was under my bed the whole time)

(via leukocytes)

sleepingtigers:

你是一个花
you are a flower