Planting Gardens in Graves III - r.h. Sin

• dead things.

poetry is a graveyard for all of the people who hurt me

• testing patience.

she won’t give up on you easily but that doesn’t mean you should see how far you can go before she’s finally gone

• awakened.

one day his apologies will hold no meaning one day you’ll no longer feel the urge to give them a second chance and you’ll give them silence because you’ll understand that they no longer deserve your words

• 5:09 a.m.

weakness no longer knows her name

• dark waltz.

i am guilty of searching for heaven while dancing with devils