— but the ache of living never fades | a.c. for @svcredstars | want one? (via inkmagician) —

tell me again how we drowned ourselves in the community pool
last august. filled ourselves with crimes and sank like sorrow
 
to the bottom. remember? even when our bodies broke themselves
trying to float, our hearts were paperweights. tell me about
 
how we caught rays of sunlight and tangled them in our skins,
kissed the sins out of each other until we were holy once more.
 
tell me how we pretended the chlorine water was angel tears,
rinsed our corpses with shaking fingers and abandoned them
 
when we were clean. we wouldn’t need them anymore.