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And I'd Burn It Down Again




You built a house out of the bad thoughts rushing through your head and I tried to burn it down but you got caught in the flames. If it’s any consolation, I like the way you look with the tips of your hair singed off. I’m sorry your mother won’t.

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  1. MKMoondustJune 10, 2014 at 9:04 PM

    This one is depressing in a light hearted way. its one of my favorites by far. I love the innocent nature of the emotions and destruction from both pain and love. Beautifully written.

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