the lie about me:
i am beautiful like freshly-cut grass and popsicles in the middle of the day. i am summer-lips and winter-teeth, laughing my way through autumn-leaves. i am branding laughter against the back of my throat so i can feel it with every breath i draw in, soaking in your words as i stick them under my tongue and save them for a while.
i am living for the moment and dancing without caring who’s watching. i am loving recklessly and throwing my heart into the wind with wild abandon. i am calling each scar a beauty mark and opening my arms wide to catch the wind. you are calling me ‘love’ and i am answering.
the truth about me:
i am ugly like cracked sidewalk and melted popsicles all over calloused hands. i am winter-eyes and cracked-leaf-lips, evaporating along with the polluted ocean. i am branding my mistakes on the back of my eyelids so i never forget but rather dream along the splintering branches of them.
i am drowning in the moment and hanging up my dancing shoes because everyone is watching, everyone is watching. i am holding myself in selfishly and chasing my heart as it gets caught up in the tornado whipping through. i am snatching desperately at the air to gather the pieces of i’ve lost and naming each scar after you. you are calling me ‘love’ but i can’t hear you over my incessant screaming.
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the lie about you:
you want to kiss me in the rain and hold my hand. you love my golden hair and the way it curls around my ears. you love me because i’m beautiful on the inside and because the words that fall from my lips sound pretty when i speak them. you have green eyes and your fingerprints are maps to my mind.. you want to cook for me and you want to spend your nights reading my poetry.
you are strong and brave like a lion. say i’m delicate and gentle, that i’m a porcelain doll with pretty fingernails and gorgeous dresses. you say love is the most logical thing on the planet and that you don’t believe in wishing wells.
the truth about you:
you never want to kiss anyone in the rain because you’re afraid it might make your bleeding heart run all over the pavement. you’d rather kiss in a sun-shower because then at least it would look pretty. at least then you’d be able to see the water droplets fall over my eyelids and off the tips of my hair. then you’d know that my golden hair didn’t always look beautiful. you’re really confused because you know i’m not beautiful on the inside; no one is. all anyone is on the inside is muscle and bones and cells. you want to me to draw my skeleton on the outside, because then you’d be able to tell me that i’m pretty on the outside too. you wear green contacts, but your eyes are really brown, like coffee with too little milk. you think water is tasteless and prefer the taste of whiskey and coke and vomit lining your larynx. you can’t cook spaghetti and you don’t understand my poetry.
you are weak and you can’t ever drink enough whiskey and coke to make yourself think that you’re strong enough. you like zoos because they keep animals in cages and show you that not everything beautiful has to be free. you know that i’m really not a china doll because my lips are cracked and my hair is sometimes knotty. you know that love is illogical, and you’ve always called yourself the most logical person on earth.. sometimes you’ll spend your whole day sitting by the fountain watching children throw their money in. you wonder if their dreams will come true. when there’s no one around you’ll reach in and steal other people’s coins; their dreams. because if you can’t be happy, then neither can they.
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the lie about us:
we are sugared tongues and cinnamon lips, leaving trails of sweet spice where our kisses linger on the back of our necks. we are dancing without music and running down grass fields, fusing hands so that we are one. we are taking a hammer and smashing apart plurals so we can never think of separating, tying ropes around fears to smother them in the back closet.
we are laughter trapped in empty cars, happiness canned and jarred for rainy days. we are writing books on how to be perfect and selling them with smiles, signing the inside cover ‘love’ and posing with arms slung around waists and shoulders. we are writing our dreams on sunflower seeds before we plant them outside our front door so we can sit on the patio and watch them grow.
the truth about us:
we are flaming lips and shaking hands, scarring each other with love bites and branding our cheeks with kisses. we are dirty dancing to techno music; in between two other bodies that we just can’t put names to. we’re slipping in and out of consciousness and we’re sex in the back of a taxi. words have never been our thing; communicating that is. we’ve always spoken through feel-ups and bitten lips. we’d smash all the plurals in the world and it still wouldn’t matter, because our fears have teeth like sharks and hunger like hound dogs; no rope’s going to hold them back.
we are trying to scream underwater and trying to swim in our tears. we’ve never had the coordination to capture happiness, let alone force it into to jars, so we’ve always just pretended we have cans of happiness. but i know you always thought it was a stupid idea. we haven’t got the faces to sell our books on happiness, and you’ve always wanted your hand up my skirt rather than around my waist. our list of dreams is too big to write on those tiny sunflower seeds, and they wont grow anyway. winters coming soon and they’ll rot and decay as if they never existed anyway.
but you’re still calling me love, and i’m still answering.
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full title: we're eating truth flavoured lies
wow. yes. two collabs in one day ! anyway, this is a collab with the fucking epic  she is so.. like.. i can't even explain. i want to swim in her words. talented. she wrote the amazing parts. make sure if you fave/comment mine you go and do the same to hers as well: [link]  Comments
you are amazing. i loved working with you.
i look forward to doing it again.  you are amazing.
i loved working with you 29879487x more. me tooo  -- you have lemon rind eyes  you two made me cry. vnrjlk noau843a hewfjekla/.
-- I will move away from here You won't be afraid of fear No thought was put into this I always knew to come to this Things have never been so swell I have never felt so well  two kickass writers = kickass collab <33
especially the parts about plurals :D oh and goonies reference ? one very nice boy = one very nice comment <33
goonies reference? maybe in her part? -- you have lemon rind eyes stealing from wishing wells ?
oh, no thats my part.
i've never seen the goonies, so not an intentional reference, no. -- you have lemon rind eyes no no it's wonderful that it did! i love to find things with meaning that can move me so :]
-- I will move away from here You won't be afraid of fear No thought was put into this I always knew to come to this Things have never been so swell I have never felt so well you've never seen it ? EVER ?! D: D: D:
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